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Apr 2018
I can't blame you. Not you. Never you.
You are ethereal, absolute, and upon the highest pedestal.
You, who is afraid of heights and worship.
It is always me to blame for the wrong.
Me, who stands at the foot of your base.
Me, who isn't even placed upon a foundation.
Viridian
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