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About This Poem
No Perfection
Nothing compares to her exotic allure
One glance brings an immediate desire
Painfully close enough to feel a fire
Each second burns when not beside her
Ready for anything at a beckon moment
Fresh and more than capable to own it
Everybody knows she causes a friction
Casting the light we want to be under
The essence of what makes us want her
Is this what perfection is only about
On second thought, I know the reality
No woman needs pressure of a pedestal
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