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May 2011
I am alone
For right now.
And I do suppose
That is the way I like things to be.

Alone for a moment
Everything alone has beauty.
Yet put together,
Perfection begins.

Though people then begin to ask
That age old question.
Perfection is what,
For in what you see perfection I see destruction.

For in what you see beauty
I see nothing of the sort.
Molly Claire
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   Conar McVicker
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