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Euphoria

A moment in transition
Averse that cant be understood
That which is a shadow transpiring
One that can't be traced
Beyond a bridge never walked
Where dreams cease to be
A thought walks

It is beyond a wood and a moon that cannot burn
Be me or an other
We both watch as the story unfolds
A story for it to end where pride is limited
A property I want to uphold if necessary
For a transfusion, it is a walk so endless

So could it be that which is
That must not be
Where hopes and dreams do not become
Where shadows and nothing matter
There is nothing

For them must be an absolute
Where fires burn
When woods burnt
Where stories are retold
Beyond is fear
That can become reality
Beyond a mind that can't become its oneself