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Broken Doll

Caught in the chains of struggle, my immortal.
Trapped in the forest of denial, possessed.
Falling faster than the poisoned red apple.
I am a sad fairy is the voice of the night.
My hidden world of broken hope.
Vain fantasies of falling out of love with you.
A privateer, a nightingale and a rose.
You are the fae rider that is the voice of the forest.
Jack Frost, you are my sweet temptation.
And I am more than your broken doll.

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