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Escape

Through this journey was a place for us,
A place where thousands of memories replay,

A memory that serves as a proof that gives sentimental value,
A value that holds thousands of unchange directions.

And a direction that goes left and right,
North nor south,
East or west —
Was all forgotten.

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