Pretty Perfect Memories
Pretty perfect memories
A trend now forgotten.
Possibilities persuaded
By a few moments stolen.
Beauty bathed in intrigue
A time now misplaced.
Borrowed beacons
Carried to another place.
Miracles misted vaguely
With divine gifted hands .
Manufactured memoirs
Stored throughout times sand.
Hearts herald a past
With arms held open.
Humbly healing
On a fresh course chosen.
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