She runs,
she stumbles,
through a forest,
a land of fairytales,
where nothing is what it seems,
where childhood stories are real,
each and every
last one of them.
The evil, the valiant,
the pure, the corrupt,
faeries, evil queens,
handsome princes, magical animals.
She'll never wake up.
(c) October 2011
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