a perfect day?
no guilt no fear
a perfect hour?
no angst no shame
a perfect minute?
no nauseating anger
a perfect second?
having you
seeing you

perfect’s illusive
illusively frail
beguilingly fragile
yearning for relief,
some respite from your allure

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A tiny love story written at 17:15

I was feeling rather overwhelmed; this was before the word became trendier that OCD and everyone suffered from it. Sitting down on

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Martie het eendag, toe ons daar in haar winkel gesit en tee drink het, ‘n onskuldige opmerking gemaak wat die satan in