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Stories

May 19, 2019
By Anonymous

A new world sits on a small dusty shelf,
Dragging you closer and pulling you in.
Now I sit in a chair, all by myself.
Little by little I fin’lly give in.

Now I am walking in a quiet wood
Surrounded by tiny, lovely blue ponds
I jumped through a pond and found that I could
Fall into a world with magic and wands

Pulled back out to a place called Nevermoor
Where trials started and came to and end
I fell into a space, through a small door
Where the fate of the world rested on twins

And after I left the world of elves
I returned to the place of dusty shelves


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I love to read!


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