That one girl whose roses are hidden within pages,
Let's take a walk through her garden.
The candle of reality that burns bright for her to see beyond the vain screen.
Aroma of words that lures her in to know more,
She's the girl who reads.
Each thistle and thorn for the night candles burned,
Each petal of rose for the path she chose.
The beauty and soothing aroma, her transport to the world of being extra.
Exposed from the ordinary to a world of endless WHAT'S NEXT?
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