The Fall

Constraints forbidding, wearing, grinding, aiding the overall feeling of despair. Breathing restricted, the sweet breath of air treasured while sitting on the bottom stair. Shock of sorts absorbed, a hole as big as a matador freshly gored, for a second ice almost thawed. Sometimes the last thing that you want is another encore, place packed full dance floor. Strong a key to going forward now, respect the strength yet wonder how. Dark rain dominates the sky, gazing upward childishly wishing for the way to fly, eternal dream. Lean against the wall, kindly lent support upon the call, thanks be to all, the fall.


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