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

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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.