Fiction

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Take me to a place so far away.
As I flip each page and dive inside.
Such place where I'd forever want to stay.
Take this hand, I'll let you be my guide.

Down to the sacred forest, we go.
Dwelling into a world where time is unknown.
Down to the deepest seas, we flow.
We'd carve our names down the broken stones.

We'll stay like this for a long while.
As thunder and rains all pour down.
It doesn't matter how much more mile
or how far this place is from the town.

Keep the book open... and let me stay.
In a world where nothing is impossible.
On this grass is where I'd forever want to stray;
It's a dream where only fiction is unstoppable.

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