Perfection does that, Stops you cold. The eye sees beauty, The mind picks apart. An alignment of bones, A patchwork of skin. Wherein lies beauty?
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Category: Poetry
What If?
If I was younger, Would you see me? If I was a woman, Would you be interested? If I was wealthy, Would we be possible? f I could be everything I'm not, Would you love me? Would I love you?
