The warmth of your soul, the scent of your sleeves, I ponder... Do i treasure thee? The strength of a god, the wisdom you breathe, this is nothing more but a dream, a desire that burns deep with in me. I seek for what has no existance, but what is only a figment of ones imagination. It is, the Perfect One.
Reason for writing:
I realized one thing, no one is perfect...
Birth sign: Virgo
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