The Call
Tiptoes on timid,
balancing on fear
you peeked at perfection.
Chiseling abundance
into limited hopes
you can only pray for more.
Chances did not weep
only regrets paved a paranoia.
To shun years of disillusionment -
tribulations await rewards.
Boxed fears deliver
ambiguous results,
pain assured.
Yet the call echoes.
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