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You're perfection In a way that A toaster Will always and without fail Toast your bread. In that way You have one job, To simply be mine And you did it perfectly. But you see Sometimes toasters break What they did so perfectly They can not do at all But you see Even though you are broken Even though you aren't mine You still seem to be Absolutely perfect
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Absolutely Perfect
You're perfection In a way that A toaster Will always and without fail Toast your bread. In that way You have one job, To simply be mine And you did it perfectly. But you see Sometimes toasters break What they did so perfectly They can not do at all But you see Even though you are broken Even though you aren't mine You still seem to be Absolutely perfect
taija-jones
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
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