http://slow.writerscafe.org/jukebox540483 The original writings of author Jukebox en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011725 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As if my world were not tainted by truthAnd truth was not stranger than fictionThe reality you live in is my fantasy Where I can travel to England �"Walk down Abbey RoadWhere the Apple isn’t poisonedAnd the only thing filling the sky is stars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jukebox540483/1030685/ Every time I see your face, I'm transported to that placeWhere we ran around chasing each otherHeads back, Giggles spilling outAs we discovered, Joy. Happiness.My hand in yours.Your lips on mine.Innocence.Beautiful innocence that once was mine. If life were an 80s movie, We would have been best.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jukebox540483/852923/ Once upon a time ….            The dayfinally arrived for the Princess of the North Kingdomto be wed. 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