I had the holistic pictures
The pictures that told me
all about perfection
What I would have
and what I wouldn't have
How I longed for this
perfect life
Something I didn't know
That the perfection
was seeking me
And before I knew it
it had already found me
It didn't contain
the same pictures
But it is perfect
Who knew?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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