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Relurking Opening

What a strange place to be
Residing in between
A journey takes off
So does a game.

Basking in enthusiasm
Past traps surfacing
Unusual yet familiar
Will the end be the same?

The illusion of choice
Of possibilities
Hovering clouds
Blurring initial intent.

What to become of this
In surrendered will
In sternest grounding
Perhaps Salvation is just around the corner.

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