Wandering into solemn archways, leading towards another
realm where very few may follow.
Puzzling antidotes lay upon tides of beautiful oceans,
taking me out beyond life to experience novel scenes
and perfect storms.
Listening quietly as whispers follow me through the
atmosphere, landing in pools of crystal tears, moving
and cutting me with shards of broken liar's words.
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