We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

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We call her that red queen

from the chessboard

That rebel of a princess

With a crown stolen

Innocent eyes of an angel

But has a lip of a sinner

And She knows she is a broken song

And She knows she is all kinds of wrong

That cracked of reflection

You see by your mother's mirror

Where everyone knows completely, she's unfixable

But deep down... She just wants people to see her better