with it, danger

Little cracks in the wall
orchestrated by time,
the faulty enamored
just infatuated.
As the cracks melt away
exposing the heartstrings,
gaps are made in the wall
unable to be fixed.
A derelict courting
left here collecting dust,
begins to pick up pace
to restart what was done.
"Life must go on," it said,
with great aspiration.
"I will not fail again,
perhaps this is my last."
And so it marches on,
slowly clothing itself,
not looking back at time.

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