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Alone, at the middle of the ocean
Was her life at that instance
What to do, she had no notion
Neither in good
Nor in bad
Was she supported by relatives
Nor mom and dad
The cruel father
With pride of crown and power
In times happy or fatal
Each and every, he ended like a war
The words of her heart
Could not tell she
About her love, to her father
That he would, kill she
Suppressed and depressed
Was her dumb, innocent mother
Ever who said yes, never against
Her husband and princess's father
The mother didn't agree
One of the daughter's
As when the lover was talked about
The father stared at her
She got the love
Neither of mum nor a father
Being a princess enclosed in a castle
She found an imaginary lover
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AURORA • #Wattys2016
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