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    Perfect

    Perfect is a lie
    A something that makes many want to die
    An irrational equation
    One with no sum or destination
    Perfection is a killer
    A haunter of sweet sleep
    Expectations are like daggers
    That tear and grind flesh and meat
    Perfect makes you starve
    Forces you to feint hard on the floor
    Inevitably trampled
    By those who think they've got more
    For some do believe they have it all
    Tainted by not one flaw
    When really they are the worst of all
    Perfection is laced with lies.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Lizziewriter27’s Poems (59)

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