is the state of free as possible from flaws
the missing piece of the puzzle that is my life
she is perfection coz she is perfect
however much i need this to be real
its not
i know coz nothing was what it was
with every touch i felt deeper
but in the end it hurts
that much more
the for was mesmerizing
afraid that she would disappear
to sit back and wait for perfection as madness
to insanity
and i'm clearly not the insane type
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