prick your finger upon the spindle,
sleep for a thousand years in a glass coffin,
bite from the red, bleeding apple,
slip into those shoes to steal a life.
drown yourself at midnight,
transform into a brilliant miracle,
lull yourself to a deep slumber,
you've only just begun the journey.
- fairy tales
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growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
