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Apr 2014
Sometimes, I pretend
That I’m perfection.

I know a lot [little]
About what perfection is,
Because I know [think]
That I [may never] have
Seen it before,
But I think [pretend]
That when [if] I see it,
I’ll know.

I think that it's a little awkward when you read it through, but oh well.
Written by
phi  18/Non-binary
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