Two moons I kept up hope.
My guard raised high.
Your words rang echoing,
Be vigilant or else...
Thick layers of cloudy waters.
Dense foggy folds of thoughts,
I flew through or glided?
I have no recollection,
I was the fish on a lure.
Entering this world,
was nothing but easy.
Departure though...
That is another tale to tell.
Wading past, evading
Sharks and predators.
Navigating in and out,
These convoluted alleyways,
Nothing short of a miracle.
Was your non-existence real?
The beliefs, the motives,
Your rational and explanation,
True to life?
Or simply a mockery...
I will not conclude.
I refuse conjecture,
You, Salt of the Earth!
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