we found ourselves in a forest, far away from what we knew,
but close to everything we'd learned
and i couldn't tell for sure who was who - if i was the miller's daughter, or rumpelstiltskin, or the greedy king
or the baby, without any say in her parentage
it was only a dream, you said, only a dream
but it has been embedded behind my lids as long as i could remember
the image of the strange man dancing by the fire
fear and longing vying in my chest
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