Perfection

When I look

at their faces,

Drenched in perfection,

When I flip the pages,

I look into their eyes,

like they're masked in disguise,

they look so ideal,

This cannot be real,

They're true looks

have been covered,

by the swift movement of

a mouse,

yet we think it's real,

This perfection,

That no one can achieve

in their reflection.

 

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