There was one, very dear, who sought in me, perfection. When else-times, she could find in herself and embrace oh so well; so much, a compassionate soul. All those nearly lost dogs, damaged children, endless grey graduated days and other odd shaped concepts;
Just in me, perfection
Just in me, perfection
Just in me, perfection
There was one, very dear, who sought in me, perfection. When else-times, she could find in herself and embrace oh so well; so much, a compassionate soul. All those nearly lost dogs, damaged children, endless grey graduated days and other odd shaped concepts;