Epilogue

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Engulfed by the height of fear

Loud creeping mantra I hear

In the midst of blowing wind

Within the huge prison I seal

A butterfly knocked on my empty garden

Sprinkling gold dust on my dim den

Nevertheless, I shunned

From the colors offered in her palms

Because I need healing

From the monsters I was dealing

Yet embraced by the wings of ease

My world is now at peace

She is my healing

She is my cure

She gives me feeling

My pain I succeed to endure

I found my remedy in her eyes

A cosmos as wide as the skies

A place infinite far from lie

A home with no more silent cry

-Xander Evans



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The End.

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