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Mirror mirror, on the wall
Poison apples falleth all
Glass slippers shatter and slice
Falling prey to tiny mice
Ruby roses wilt and die
Special mirrors know not I
Robin sung silently hunder her breath as she played the notes with her guitar. It would sound a lot better with her Electric Guitar but she could only bring one and this one was the lightest.
A gift to one who could not dance
But giving her legs had wasted her chance
Lost boys follow to their doom
Pixies displayed on a sacred tomb
When robin was younger she would always read fairy tales and wished that they would come true.
Over they years Robin found out why they were called Fairy tales but then she found another why to bring them to life.
She figured that once she'd get a band that this could be one of their big hits but for now it was just a song between her and her guitar.
Fantasies displayed in a laced wonderland
Trapped in an addiction like slow quicksand
Pricking fingers to coma-like states
sleeping forever would be your fate