Our eyes have forgotten how to see, our days how to pass
Our hearts have forgotten how to beat, our mouths how to kiss.
Our legs have forgotten how to run, our arms how to embrace.
Our ears have forgotten how to hear, our minds to remember yesterday.
We hope that others see us as we were, desirable and remember.
©The Autobiography of Mr. Perfect, 2013, written entirely on my iPhone.
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