I used to believe in fairy tales, magic, and fairies. I used to believe in Santa Claus, and Cupid, and even in leprechauns during the holidays. I used to believe in witches, and flying broomsticks, and magic wands when I walk through alleys. I used to believe in werewolves, and vampires underneath the moonlight. I used to believe in Riptides, and oracles, and growing labyrinths covered by mists. And I used to believe that when you blow enough dandelions, and whisper enough in shells, and throw enough pennies in fountains, all my wishes would come true. Because every night, I'd wish upon stars and pray to the heavens, hoping that there was a way back to my rabbit hole with you.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
