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Jan 2015
our professor asked us
'what is perfection?'
silently, i thought of you.
he told us perfection is nothing but a rose
placed perfectly beneath the sun
On a random day
--Meaningless.
"perfection is *******",
and I thought of you.
Brooke Pauley
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