
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
one day, perhaps.
Perfection is a dream, a wish, a broken fallacy.
It cannot be; not here, not there, not anywhere.
Thus the hope of heaven becomes all the more real.
It cannot be; not here, not there, not anywhere.
Thus the hope of heaven becomes all the more real.
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