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May 2015
I'd never call you perfect,
It wouldn't fit.
Perfection is ugly.
Perfection is cruel.
I could never love
Such a tidy measure.
Give meβ€”

the maelstrom of passion,
the divine silence
Present in your heart.
Your
Perfect
Imperfection.
That's all I ever saw.
For Katerina.
mrmonst3r
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mrmonst3r
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