sounds of chaos and the tearing of foundations,
such power that overlooks the subjects underneath,
but in the same breath there's joy,
the same winds tow me to fields of peace,
have i been the only one?
you speak with disregard,
and i listen with hope of truth,
i create my own circumstances,
when we talk i lose track of reality and fantasy,
when you speak you pretend,
but i speak with sincerity,
though we each play along,
i hope you feel something more as i do
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