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"Perfection" Should be a profanity Consigned to myth We are taught to aspire To live a life That doesn't exist. Glossy paper And saturated colour Feeds us a fiction Force asphyxiation Because you will live average Statistically And will not become The thing of dreams Staring out of magazines.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
Perfection
"Perfection" Should be a profanity Consigned to myth We are taught to aspire To live a life That doesn't exist. Glossy paper And saturated colour Feeds us a fiction Force asphyxiation Because you will live average Statistically And will not become The thing of dreams Staring out of magazines.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
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