Perfect Monster
And just when I thought I had lost her,
I soon found again,
my broken skin skeleton imposter.
Long skinny and miserable she stood,
with dead eyes and a broken spirit
staring at me with passion.
And, wtih open arms,
I embraced, and found comfort, in my perfect monster
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