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Beauty, sleeping (Free verse) by Ranger
Hers was not an apple
But Icarus in a jetplane
Wanting to fly out of bed
To break the glass of the tower
Then transform into a phoenix
I attempted to rescue her
But the thorns got her first
Scratched her eyes
No matter how much I cried
She still couldn't see me
She longed for a Prince
To spin her a ladder of gold
Climb past her mother
Swing through the window
But this Captain, riding his stallion
Had a kingdom to manage
So I left her to stamp and hurl lettuces
And fairies
They cast a spell at me
I dodged and she slept for a hundred years
I wept in the woods
There the wolf wept too, for his grandma was dead
He huffed
And puffed
And blew the princess away
What a big heart you have
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