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Imperfections
Spirit and mind part, stretching out there seam's. Between the light and the dark, crack's are seen, visible for all to see. Imperfections are mark's of beauty, that never fade out. I am an old soul, with burnt edges, I am crisp falling a part; as time takes everything that I own. Nothing, is what I own. These are but my imperfections.
Thursday 14th May 2015 6:50 am
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