Rise and fall,
To arise and wait,
I respect this walk,
For this contempt that left my virtues to break...
To expect and respect,
This awaited position,
Caresses rusted regrets,
I gave birth my salutation...
These bricks that bear my deep respects,
These fissures of consolation,
For even those bound by strength,
Haven't been bound by perfection...
Certainty is too placid for this journey,
Assumption for frolic,
To tackle the walk of dreams,
Or give lust a miss?
This barrier to light,
While we've begun to caress the dark,
For monotony has borne a certain splendorous to my eyes,
While I'm left to nurture myself behind the wall...
That's a still from the wall
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