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Jul 2015
You're perfect, let's start there
Your eyes, your smile, your perfect blonde hair

I'm scared to see what you'd say
If I'm honest, you'll run far away.

Frankly, I'm just not good enough
No diamomd, just rough

Your type you say so simply
Is the complete opposite of me

Thin, tall, blonde, perfect
I'm short, fat, brunette, not worth it

If only you could see the inside of me.
This is my first poem EVER so if it's really bad, I'd love your feedback as to how I can make it better. Thank you in advance.
Alice Parker
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Alice Parker  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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