Surreal
You are plenty so is my abounding trust
In honor I come to thee
Riddling a castle or empire
Instilling courage into a stream of words
Completes me and my disease
Of imperfection and I am resonating
In esteem. So I wash my ways clean
And you release my contempt
Your ways are only to help me
This is how I live.
I live to breathe your fire.

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