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Where my king wouldn’t run his father’s kingdom,

Nor he would marry four others.

I’ve asked for the love that only exists in fairytale,

Where the white horse exactly knows where to go,

Where I could mumble some chant,

Everything bizarre happens!

In my fairytale, my white gown was whiter giving people complexion,

not for their complexity

but for their heart, as it doesn’t have any refinement

even after several years!

I imagine living a fairytale life too,

Not with somebody else but you.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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