Steadfast insecurity.
Beyond downfall and overtly saturated disillusions that could very easily lead one to vainglory, is where you stand. Where you stand upon my heart that is a pedestal of my pride sacrificed for groundses now sepulchral soon laid to waste; that is where we gingerly pick at the scabs with blind devotion. (not forgetting the wish for brighter skies)
In soaring indulgences, only of porcelain concern, i still ache for something further beyond downfall and overtly saturated delusions.
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