My weakness, the rare splendor only a privileged few can encounter.
A secrecy too radiant for those who are not worthy.
Blinded by the shards of a former love, we contemplate the next move.
Stay in place only to be punished for following order, or tip off the edge to fall forever in the greatest
attempt at change?
My weakness, which choice satisfies the hunger most.
We are the next phase in the evolution of beauty, no telling how valuable we’ll become.
Command and lead, or defy and conquer?…
The rare splendor is not how close
we are to perfection, but how far.
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