Drifting amiss a world of pain I ride the never ending cycle.
Circles upon circles around and around we go.
I reach out and touch you.
For a moment you know me and my mind.
Moving closer you hear my whispers.
Like colors floating with the wind swimming in your mind you can now see.
A circle ever repeating and it spreads.
You reach out and grab him.
Your mind stretches out to include him.
His eyes open.
Colors moving, colors swaying, we embrace each other.
It spreads.
We stand upon the circle awaiting the last of ourselves.
As we come together we slow the cycle to a stop.
Dropping our anchor we become one and step off the ride.
Deathletgo
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