The fairest skin.
The darkest hair.
A mirror never lies.
A single bite.
And seven men.
They fill the air with cries.
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The fairest skin.
The darkest hair.
A mirror never lies.
A single bite.
And seven men.
They fill the air with cries.
Lovely 🙂 xx
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Really loved this “Princess poetry”! Brought me back in the past ❤
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Thank you 🙂 There’s just something undeniable nostalgic about them
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I like them because i’ve met first the “childhood” versions… growing, i’ve found they had grown versions too. They’ve changed with me in the years, that’s why i have this feeling with them
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