She is a m y s t e r y
And if nothing, this { draws } you in
She r \e/f\u/s\e/s to tell you her name
"Aurora." She whispers,
But it is an alias
A-u-r-o-r-a
The name from a fairytale
Of the beauty who waited
She is much like someone you once (k)(n)(e)(w)
But you left her
And five minutes turned out to be much longer
Sometimes you see her [staring]
A c c u s i n g l y
And you {wonder} why
Why she acts so tough
When you see she is f-r-a-g-i-l-e
Every lunch its the same
Fish fingers and custard
But her nose does not s-c-r-u-n-ch
Rather, she scowls
And rips the custard from [ you ]
It is midnight
When she leaves w/o/r/k
An a-s-s-a-s-s-i-n
All leather and (g) (u) (n) (s)
A fairytale nightmare
And you are there with your blue box
In the shadows
Waiting
For her
"Aurora."
The s-p-e-l-l is broken
And you know the
t
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u
t
h
About ~sevenyearold~ Amelia
She isn't {missing}
Or [dead] ...
The game is *u*p*
And she { pounces }
Punching and screaming,
"Five minutes! You said five minutes!"
But you are still
Finally, she f-i-n-i-s-h-e-s
And you hold her
As she cries
Silently, you lead her to the blue box
Still holding her tight
M-a-d, impossible Amelia Pond
Amy
Aurora
The name of a fairytale...
She's waited long enough.
