Cutting through the winds like dreams,
The fantasy can always become real,
But it takes the individual to seal,
A life time of condensed beams.
Sheets of ice melting to flame,
Burning away at the center.
Feeling the collapsed lung endure,
Ever chanting each others whim.
A peace. A tie.
Nothing to lie.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to tie.
All there was to be.
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