When Things Were Perfectly PerfectA Poem by NevilleWhen Things Were Perfectly Perfect I notice there are shadows forming now behind the silver backing of the mirror you once posed before without a care in the world .. While the flag you then waved and wore is now torn beyond the point of all repair a seemingly seamless reminder of those days of yore .. When we were both young and magic hung heavy in the air and everything just seemed so perfectly perfect © 2022 NevilleFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on November 27, 2022 Last Updated on November 27, 2022 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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