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Perfection -Part Two-
Her doubled chin jiggling, Obnoxious, squeaky laughter. . . I smile to make them feel good, When I am bored in the recesses of my pulsating, Consecrated, selfish noggin, Crawling into their lives like wanted vermin, LIKE IT’S PERFECTLY NORMAL TO BE THE COCKROACH. . . Dispersing awkward, filthy wings to fly in the house of procrastination, His butt squeezing as he lies on the floor around them . . . I want to squeeze my way out of here and never look back. . . The pillow beside us is there for thought, Suffocation in that feathered mess. . . I’m not violent like her. . . The eyes are crazed, Caked with eyeliner and crummy eye shadow—perfection in their eyes. . . No. Unattainable. . . Heart breakable. . . Delving into rant after rant, The seas of my being crash among the rocks of my peers, Fleshy hands grabbing me from the dark crevices, Where I once welcomed the crabs. . . Oozing butter dripping from her mouth— A disgusting paradise in a disgusting situation, Avalanching the heavy distress all around me. . . Do I WANT perfection? I never really did question this. . . Because their perfection is over-branded— It has been long expired in my thoughts. . .
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