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long-lost desert of the dark seawe are the travellers somewhere belowscrolling through the lost & unfoundconvening with the pressure

Oh life is bigger the elders saidthe travellers were born larger than the lifeto enhance & enlarge the lifeoften times they are the whisperers of the nightwhispering to our shadowsbegging us to believebedazzling in our shadowshazing in our icereplenishing with our firealways always always always

there

their swords entitled to their chesttheir hearts might as icetheir souls blooming the darkthe reason they fight

they pay the pricewithholding the must-al catastrophethis world should burnburn with the icy cold melted tovitalized withinbe brave enough to carry your own

long-lost fairytales they appear inthe mythic creatures that redirect people from their sense of sightorphans of this worldborn & raised to embody the voicesembody the fogwhisper to the ones that belong

the others filling their senses with the whipped cream creamy bullshismO' dear your eyes are going to burn you one daythe icy truth will hurtso justsew your coverswhen they openthey shall hurt

and there are the impassionate impostershellohow are you todaypretending to see from the eyes of an old soultell me dearhave you ever seen the whispers of the nightthe voices of the souldo you even know that we spoke the same worldoh pleasemake yourself homego live your sweetest liedon't let me hold you back from standing at point 0right where you belongyou sewed the lie on the body suffering the soul

Hello World.

Goodbye.