I am no one’s perfect day.
No ones idea of a perfect person.
But what I can be is a man striving, struggling to that point of ache
of nearly perfect that settles in
like a dull pain and promises a hint
of perhaps
perhaps tomorrow.
I am no one’s perfect day.
No ones idea of a perfect person.
But what I can be is a man striving, struggling to that point of ache
of nearly perfect that settles in
like a dull pain and promises a hint
of perhaps
perhaps tomorrow.
*finger snaps*
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