Invites sadness, narrow climb. An effort that
is not rewarded, in the end you feel abandoned.
The door, something says that its conservation has been extended to avoid
the terrifying contrast of oblivion, will close behind our steps.
A high escape, climbing looking for more space to find an abyss.
Banas appearances are their retouched faces for a first fatal attraction,
where well-measured stitches hide reality from us.
From yesterday expected and overcome to today to pass, an unknown tomorrow.
Dr. Abad
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