Fairytale Queen

She spoke of perfect dreams. The kind where fairytales gleam. And he smiled, with an awe of her. As if she were his very own princess in this so called existence. He can almost see the birds chirping in song, the butterflies whisping around her glow, and the melody begin it’s tune. This was the moment he’d remember…This moment of his fairytale queen. 

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