With a single touch,
stolen dreams are shattered.
Every illusion, now seems tattered.
The hand of fate throws her punch
and confusion is there with its touch.
The bitter thoughts, unable to compromise,
fight headstrong...
but only sees the lies.
The lasting night,
the wispering wind...
takes those secrets and hides them within.
Stepping back to see what's gained...
blurring vision...
whirling rain...
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