Walk into the room,
become a princess,
soar over your own doubt,
on your moonlit unicorn,
her silver mane flowing gently in the breeze,
like your serene ming...
Defeat the dragon, 
atop of the rainbow,
but heal the beast's wounds,
with the touch of your anodyne tears,
Cast your luminance with languid strength,
no more words, just telepathic images,
potraying your fantasy,
creating your own neologism,
adding to silent cries,
to silent screams,
to silent hope...
to the fantasies outside of the storybook.

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