Snow White

The happiness in your smile
the friendliness in your voice
leads you to be idle when you make your choice
to take an apple from an old lady
with a chipped tooth
and a rotten smile.

Dipped in poison,
full of hate
You think of the reason,
you took the apple as you lay in your fate.

As you lay in your state,
I feel bad for you
Because we both know you made
a mistake.

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