Mirror, mirror on the wall.

Futile fluttering flees diminish decrees

while wishing wells wield secrets sparsely sealed.

Appaling apples ache, bringing blitheful break

often openly overt, harbouring her hurt.

Dying death deceased, living life leased,

Numbingly numb nightmare running right rare.

Slow flight,

Snow White.

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