I am innocence that inspires the cornered

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I am innocence that inspires the cornered
Dark time, sublime calms delirious anguish in you.
Far away see the terrified without consolation.
Buries the incognito of faintness
Airing the white in despair.
There is cold where silence sleeps.
Smell the desolate and attractive what does not exist.
Airy every crushed feat of mirage.
And strong the spring shelters you from the diluted fury.
You always walk without fear in agony.
And you ask yourself, what will I be like in the abyss of my existence?