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Staring eyes Wondering, uncomprehending An image of three Bonded, in a line Twists their minds And reality holds no meaning Because they have been dreaming Standing here Above them all With only two others One at my right At the left another Calling out to the multitude I tell my story Relief like a wave Washes across my battered soul Cooling the fire Even as the salt burns into the wound There is pain, all is said |  |
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