She waits for him,
wearing a gold dress that's long since faded to pale.
Someday, she hopes
he will abandon his lily pad
for his crown,
and his fur for his own skin.
That he'll trade his pumpkin
for a carriage,
and his ass for a horse.
But the spell hasn't broken,
and she's still left with straw
instead of gold.
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