Rapunzel

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I place myself in a tower,
With short hair exempt from climbing,
And distance makes my heart grow fonder.
You used knives as footholds,
Chipping bricks,
Invading my shelter.
I would rather leap into an unknown escape,
Plunge into the facade of this prison,
Than be saved with ill intentions.
You catch me as I plummet,
So I loosen your daggers,
As we cascade over these severed locks,
And fall together.

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