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The Prince had come to life,
escaping the drudgery,
being with him had ended her strife,
she told him of her sorrows.
Transcience was the key,
she told him,
So you really shouldn't love me, you see,
he persevered.
The bond was weak,
the Prince was but a Don Quoxite,
he had a purposeful streak,
but life was too much for him.
Away from her ugly home,
outside his lovely castle,
he left her to die alone,
it wasnt a fairy tale you see.
She was a princess from the ends of the earth,
she survived,
friends and people there was no dearth,
he could not live without her.
The Quoxite came back,
again and again,
with nothing to offer her,
but to beat her lip blue with his passion.
There was no love, only passion and the fleeting flashes of the intoxication. A sad end. limbo.
escaping the drudgery,
being with him had ended her strife,
she told him of her sorrows.
Transcience was the key,
she told him,
So you really shouldn't love me, you see,
he persevered.
The bond was weak,
the Prince was but a Don Quoxite,
he had a purposeful streak,
but life was too much for him.
Away from her ugly home,
outside his lovely castle,
he left her to die alone,
it wasnt a fairy tale you see.
She was a princess from the ends of the earth,
she survived,
friends and people there was no dearth,
he could not live without her.
The Quoxite came back,
again and again,
with nothing to offer her,
but to beat her lip blue with his passion.
There was no love, only passion and the fleeting flashes of the intoxication. A sad end. limbo.