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A bubble tense
Encompassing you and me
Beyond which only
A certain haze we see
Comfortable here
In these moments priceless
The shadows of reality
Though on its walls may press
Threatening its existence
With the tiniest prick
Like a gust of wind
Blowing over a meek wick
Letting the world outside
Remain indistinct, blurry
Restricting ourselves to comprehend
Only what we wish to see

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