Like a princess who kisses frogs,
just because they are beautiful;
my life is for few.
As a square peg in a world of rounds;
the rare fit is sweeter.
Fewer chances; greater risks.
The kiss did once work magic.
No prince appeared;
the princess became the frog.
Now square pegs fit perfectly;
two frog princesses frolicking in the pond.
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