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Belle Who Left Beast, Found a Prince
Not an archetypal princess who lived in a chamber of bliss. Buried her pair of shoes, ran away from a nightmare of magical night. Tortured like a prisoner on a bed of nails. Belle who ripped luxuries on her shoulder. Had spilled bottles of milk, fed the scoundrel Beast with blood of rejection. Had neglected to kiss the spell of true love from a monster. Left petals of enchanted roses and locked the evil prince. A snap of thrust on her right ear to trap traces and chord of coercion. Rose-colored princess was struck by an arrow of kismet towards the insipid prince’s susceptible heart. Stunned like a silhouette, serried hearts beat as one. Patience that harness the power of affection to purify their lost souls. Drunken hearts rid an overflowing cup. Heal one’s scabs. ‘til time turns gold, come back each other’s arms.
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It must be a different Belle you are taling about. A bed of nails? At first, your poem is understandable but the further I read the more chaotic it sounds to me but I also wonder if you are alright. I noticed you no longer post in a community and do not have many followers or readers (I think readers are more important)... You could start a community of your own to be noticed and if you don't like to join someone else's. (short) Stories / Tales https://read.cash/c/short-stories-tales-c00f SYT: Poems https://read.cash/c/syt-poems-bd19