• Juliet loves the beast in me. Isn’t she beautiful? What a beauty. She’s poisoning my very being, if only she could awaken

    the Romeo in me. I love her so much, magnificent girl who toils in the cinders, yet still attempts to rid my pain even

    though the scars can be seen through the glass slippers on her feet. Beauty of slumber, I want to give you a kiss to

    remember but I’m afraid that you won’t remember me even in your dreams. Your spirit resembles that of golden locks but

    covers words of sorrow in which the ones who love you cannot read. Our lives are just pages of a fairytale or some demented

    likeness to that of a distant reality. Lovely girl lost in the land of wonder, deceived by madmen and imprisoned by hearts

    cast out by queens. Let’s set fire to their empire and from their gaze we may flee.

    -ixbleedxfire

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