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The more I wait for the Prince Charming to appear,
I lose more than just a glass slipper.
The more I wait for the beasts around me to transform,
More beautiful roses wilt away to their melancholic doom.
The more I wait for the Prince to kiss me awake,
The more I sleep away to the moribund state.
The more I plunge into fancy fairy-tales,
I lose myself to the illusive universe.
K.S.Lakshmi
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