poem 27 on perfection mandytigre no comments April 28, 2013 it’s always perfect when you leave and equally sublime when you stay. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
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