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perfection is a modest word
so nice and self-contained
you make it look so everyday
so easily attained
and i admit, i can't compete
your shadow hides my world
now everything i knew is not
my reality unfurled
it's perfect now, the flawless plot
a beauty and a beast
your aura glows forevermore
my demons are released
the irony remains in tact
my heart, not quite so much
and yet you shower grace on me
you share your golden touch
a fairytale, a tragedy
they are one and the same
you paint our story beautifully
my fissures hidden by the frame.
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