Burned my fingers with a delicate touch,
Yearned to be on the other side.
Learned the value of innocence,
Earned the guilt that decays me inside.
Lost my way on the path once again,
Frost overtook as I sat in the night.
Cost was much greater than I predicted,
Tossed up my sword, surrendered the fight.
Defeat consumed every human remain,
Sheet after sheet of paper to turn.
Neat as could be, the chapter was written,
Beat the idea now, don't let me return.
Hold me tightly, and steady my stand,
Fold the page over, forget the ordeal.
Mold me into who I'm supposed to have been.
Cold turns to warm, and scars left to heal.
This writing style is called a "lento", and was created by Lencio Rodrigues. He is the one composing the book, which is exclusively about the "lento" style.
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