INDELIBLY PERFECT A mind recalls the time we died, the sorrow of living, the affectionate will. I remember not this fleeting sadness as ideas flood my psyche. An imperfect image of what I used to feel; warm her inclination, fear an imagined without you.
INDELIBLY PERFECT

A mind recalls the time we died, the sorrow of living, the affectionate will. I remember not this fleeting sadness as ideas flood my psyche. An imperfect image of what I used to feel; warm her inclination, fear an imagined without you. poem stories
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INDELIBLY PERFECT A mind recalls the time we died, the sorrow of living, the affectionate will. I remember not this fleeting sadness as ideas flood my psyche. An imperfect image of what I used to feel; warm her inclination, fear an imagined without you.

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