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Mar 2019
Tired of this? you want me to hush.

An everlasting dream? Either way I blush

What else is there to say but she's perfection?

I love her to death and that is no joke.

She's all I need in any angle of reflection.

Call her imperfect.

Seriously, try it.

I will give you ten-thousand and one reasons why she's fantastic.

Thinking of her makes me feel like I won the lotto.

I don't need the money, or the glory though.

As long as she is the grand prize,

Then and ONLY then

I will consider my life to be

Complete.
Written by
Anthony Seepersaud
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