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Effulgent memory.
It's lucky to hold,
But too flossy to scold.
Imperfect are those days,
But perfect is the regrets after every other day.
Light over edge of face,
Reflection scrambled beneath toes for trace.
Awakened soul fastened the way,
Entangling...
But too flossy to scold.
Imperfect are those days,
But perfect is the regrets after every other day.
Light over edge of face,
Reflection scrambled beneath toes for trace.
Awakened soul fastened the way,
Entangling...
