Tiny Perfection (by Dez Savoy from New Orleans, LA)

holding her...this person..in my arms..purity in its best form...made time and the flood of imaginative playgrounds...come to a palliative halt..making that moment of awe...very real...even the most self obsessed souls..stop to appreciate that moment...that purity claimed...

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