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Eyes wide open...

Characters in ink became her world,
Stories dear to her heart, came to life;
Inked words dancing to the tunes of everyday chores,
Specks of dust swirling to create the imagined landscape.
She and her pen, her pen and she;
They could fight the world together now.
For they could see a better future,
Than the world could see for itself.

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