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Perfection

by Linda Dominique Grosvenor
surely not me, he said
with his crooked smile
and sea green eyes
pondering my purpose
for rendering him in a poem
specks of freckles, button nose
lips slightly pale from
lack of sunlight and love
i don't mince words
i delight in expression
every lover, every tear
blanketed in this verse...
the fear of feeling does
not wait for us to digest it
when you love someone
they are perfect.



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