Worlds on worlds, colliding and imploding,
Not a care, nor a stare, the wind flowing.
River like a mirror, between realities,
Around the rolling path, like rain to deities.
Bountiful hills and valleys depart,
Small luxuries never far apart,
Feelings flowing, while becoming familiar.
In a world of worlds, too good and delinear,
A world only seen, when two combine,
Belief...
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