Through the curious keyhole
I see with open eyes
a precarious situation
I love too much to sacrifice
This is not new circumstance
I've fallen down this rabbit hole
time and time again
Meet me down there
two curious souls
Rewriting tales of folklore
we belong to imprints
on the flyleaf of your novel
We are myths
too great to be conquered
A tour of your magical mind
I can only believe
this will not end too soon
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