We only see her wiry hair
unknot, unkempt, undernourished
Her sallow face blends in
with the mould dampen walls
We know her dream of a prince rescue
in that desolate tower no more
If hope is what gives her light
the tunnel of time in her mind
is merely a paper clock illusion
embellished with sour milk memories
Flicker of Thoughts 
Yes those silly princess types r very delusional 👏👏 Nice write
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Wow! You nailed it with each word here! I adore the final couple lines, espescially “sour milk memories”. Awesome throughout!
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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