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Perfection

No life is perfect, nor is a family

One could live such a wealthy life without worrying

About what would be on the dining table the next day

Little did we know 

that their home had become cold 

since the time they couldn’t even remember

Little did we know 

that they wished to get out of there

 

In another realm, a portrait of a warm family

Giving out kindness to all beings

As if there’s no gravelly road

Little did we know 

the debt they had to pay

Little did we know 

the obstacle they had to face

on their path the next day

 

Nothing is 

perfectly perfect

right?

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