Perfect

Perfect

You use to talk of imperfection
the required blemish
how it was the salt
that made something sing

the paleness of a scar
the hairline fracture
the cloud of tiny bubbles
caught in the glass

all the lines
left in the sketch
searching for the shape
surrounding the found

strange come the end
I became the one thing
you wanted perfect

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