Free Style Butterfly Cinquain
Jeweled crown
snatched from dark hair,
white horse ran for the woods.
Shrewd princess now stripped, is naked.
Chin up,
you have nothing, but CAN rebuild.
When fairy tales crumble
you swim that mote
free style.
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