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Jan 2014
You say you're nothing but imperfection
But I say,
Let me write you a list of all the flaws
you don't have.

You kissed my forehead
and I fell in love
But I just kept falling.

Perhaps there were flaws
I couldn't yet see.
Poppi Mae
Written by
Poppi Mae  London
(London)   
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