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our professor asked us 'what is perfection?' silently, i thought of you. he told us perfection is nothing but a rose placed perfectly beneath the sun On a random day --Meaningless. "perfection is ******** and I thought of you.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
perfection
our professor asked us 'what is perfection?' silently, i thought of you. he told us perfection is nothing but a rose placed perfectly beneath the sun On a random day --Meaningless. "perfection is ******** and I thought of you.
brooke-pauley
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
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