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Last Refuge

Wandering the long paths of this wild
Without any sense of time.
Losing myself in its beauty,
As if it exists outside of reality.
Where I’m unbound by the chains
Of my life so full of pain.
This land my last refuge,
My last retreat to fall into
When the pain is too much
And I only want to feel the touch
Of your hand in mine.
To feel the sun as it shines.
When I long for a companion
To combat the loneliness within.
Yet always I come back here,
To the real world of hate and fear.
I confront the reality so cold,
A time of change yet untold.
I sink into grief and despair,
For this world where nothing is fair.

And I know when this happens to you,
You’ll treasure your dreams too.

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