On shingle of sadness,
over stones thrown
in idle thought,
cascading, rippling over
a seaful of memories…
Over surfeited surfaces,
smoothed of flaws,
soothed from flaws…
I searched…
I searched for
grafts fashioned
from wordy pretense,
for reasons to device
new reasons for sinful
conceited existence.
And wondered, are there any?
An Abyss of flaws 
Absolutely love this! xx
__Aimen
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thanks! 🙂
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Yes, there r reasons for conceited, sinful existence– to teach us they r unhealthy modes of existence…if we r smart and perceptive enuff to grasp that, o course..
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