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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Perfection's never something, You can capture oh so well. But her beauty burned like gazing, At the fires that burn in Hell. And people they would beg of her, "Let me capture you in photograph." But with beauty that was so obscure, She'd always turn and laugh. She woke up every morning, But this was a different one. Called an artist that was yearning, "We can do this just for fun." She stained her lips with rose. Painted her cheeks in the fairest rouge. Slipped ballet flats upon her toes. And in her sundress she found refuge. The amateur had no say, She had planned the perfect spot. She whispered, "I'll lead the way." A small price to pay to get the perfect shot. Her movements were so delicate, It's as if they were devised. She used a subtle hand wave to indicate, That they had finally arrived. You would think you'd see a castle, Or maybe a field of green. But this enviroment was quite the hassle, Maybe her sense of taste wasn't keen. She thrusted weeds away, Steering clear of twigs and rocks. The warm wind made her sundress sway, And softly tousled her gold locks. Upon a bridge she advanced, The planks began to creak. The water below her danced, And sunset began to peak. She lifted her legs with elegance, And supported herself with a beam. The photographer shuttered in benevolence, But followed along with this dangerous scheme. It's as if the camera was under a spell; As beneath the bridge, waves violentally lashed. She threw her arms out and willingly fell, As the light grew bright and flashed. The tides pulled tight around her. They made her twirl and spin. And the camera man swore, she smiled as they tugged her in. Perfection's not that fluent. Not something you can capture oh so well. But now we have a picture here to prove it, As the waves dragged her to Hell. .
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