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Fantasy

Fantasy 

I think. 

I fantasy. 

I fly.

Take a leap in future

or 

go down the majestic past.

Frame a new world 

for myself.

To live the life 

I wish to be in.

Liberty I take 

with fascinating powers,

Is what 

my heart enjoys.

Dreaming 

a hope for me,

Extracts the best outta me❤️

                                   
                                           
                                            

        

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