impromptu number 2: Stress Reliever
i tread on this land
on where i see destruction
glass shards cutting my feet
some objects beyond recognition
i hear screams of rage
desperate cries
a wolfs howl of despair
i hear hatred, with no hint of care in it
i have entered virgin territory
a place i do not know
its vocabulary escapes me
i am alone, with no allies
i am in a wasteland
on where we throw our madness
into this black hole
of nothingness
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Tifa has her Cloud, Squall his Rinoa, Sephiroth??