Snow White

January 2, 2015

A weary kiss lay youre head to rest,

Poison slips off youre lips as a test,

You try to stay awake you try youre best,

But its too late you are not blessed,

Poison from the lips of a guest,

Now you sleep forever with the feeling of unrest.

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