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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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