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Saturday, 17 October, 2020

My Rapunzel

 


Rapunzel, Rapunzel , let down your hair

I read the old rhyme

And met her in person.

She let down her hair

and enticed me with her smile.

She was kind to me

or so I thought

as I climbed up her locks.

Little did I know

I was talking to the witch herself

who was sharpening her knife

to stab me in the back

as she showered me with sugar-sweet  words.

Naive me listened and soaked it in

and was promptly thrown out of the window

with the knife in my back

when I had served my purpose.

Lying in the brambles

I saw the next prince coming.

Hearing the same words

I wondered

Is there justice after all?

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