whispers&wishes

whispers&wishes

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x a n d e r g r e e n- they call him a liar but little do they know that every word he says is true, just maybe not in this world. v i o l e t j o n e s- she lives in xander's world and in exchange for her company he weaves her pretty stories. since the age of 7 violet and xander have been inseparable, but now, at 17 it may be time for them to leave their world and enter reality. will this tear their friendship apart? or will they hang on tight to their whispers&wishes? & lowercase intended, I have the genre for this set as poetry but it's also a shortstory.
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