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Visions of buttercups
fill your mind ~ so lovely.
Take your bath
of milk and honey.
{How nice.}
{Sugar and spice!}
He thinks he's found
true love in your
open arms.
it will succeed,
just wait.
you'll be married
to my man!
{Are you happy, turtle dove?}
{Ecstatic? }
This purloined love
borne of your slippery
ways is so sad.
You think he's yours;
to the contrary,
the prize is still mine.
He's mine. I'm his.
{Always.}
{All days.}
Forever you'd be his,
he promised you.
I'm so sorry, Princess,
for your sad loss.
{Don't you see?}
{I had a cunning plan.}
Invited him for
a spot of tea ~
{Shot to the head will do}
Death becomes him, don't you agree?
{Oh, sweet revenge!}
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