I was replenished
by the lines of an unborn dedication, secretly wounding all sense of senses,
and confusing the state of absence that alerted my old youth.
What is it that was
scribed when not all that was open laid on Pandora’s box?
Mirror, Mirror, on
the Wall, yes you were the Fairest of them All… and then you stole your
reflection from my admiration, taking with you the short time spoken.
“It was cut so short,” said Snowhite to
the Elf. Magic was breathed in the air
but the Elf knew too well of her train of thought. “Yes,”
he agreed, “it truly was.” And with a glare into her indifferent stare,
he asked, “what now?”
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