Withered Sunflowers and Autumn

On warm day’s the sunflower grows from the ground it’s sown into…

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Midnight Strikes

Midnight strikes, fleeing her foot got stuck in the mud
Fairy god mother made chariot of pumpkin
She didn’t have a single drop of royal blood
Beneath beautiful dress was a country bumpkin
The love of another she secretly fostered
But she deeply desired to rise above station
She was a doppelganger, she was an imposter
The product of fairy god mother’s creation