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A fleeting creation,
Embraced by the ghost of fiction,
Labored by the scent of void,
I hold you but not.



Belief in the intangent,
Faith in the undefined,
Miniscule yet omniscient,
The alpha and the omega.


Loathe I detest,
Love I romance,
Nay to never,
Infinity to forever.



Chained but unshackled,
The melody of the singing of the mute,
Heart for vision,
Then all finally became one.












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