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We are not so different you and I…
But make no mistake, a friend I am not.
For although we may have spent many an afternoon
Whittling away those grey days
A pendulum has cut through my fog-shrouded mind,
Revealing to me your true colours, you spectre, you chimera.
Your masquerade is thinly veiled.
Must you vanish into the cloak of night?
As I lay shattered in this realm of perpetual war
With my dreams of the ocean…receding…
Into this fragmented chaos we call life.
Yet this is the world, which we have created
And one, which you must change…
My dear child, my philosopher king

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