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Sep 2014
The princess isn't really dark.
The light bulb it exploded.
Left  the poetic princess ,
with nothing but a spark.
The princess, she loves nature,
Flowers and fresh air,
Somehow that sister's twisted when she doesn't need to be.
Ahead the road is widening as she's heading to the light.
Walking slowly in autumn,
Seeking fresh daylight.
As the autumn brings with it winter chills,
The setting sun will fall,
From winter hanging icicles,
New snowdrops peep through the chilly crunchy grass.
The heart no longer breaking as crystal shining glass.
Perpetual changing moments, she is a jewel in one mans crown.
Her beauty sparkles wholly a fizz of lemonade.
With kisses soft as summer fudge,
Strawberry cheesecake and custard ****,
Remember when you next see her,
This pretty lady has a heart.
(c) Livvi
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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