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scalpel! gently saw at the sides of the face let it fall apart at the seams now, put it up against yours does it fit? is it a perfect match? it feels cold, unwelcoming the eyebrows are far too thick the nose is far too big i hate it it is not a perfect fit. scalpel! gently saw at the sides of the face let it fall apart at the seams now, put it up against yours does it fit? is it a perfect match? it burns with uncertainty the eyebrows are far too thin the nose is far too small i hate it it is not a perfect fit. how dare you be indecisive! you bare no features! only the blank canvas of a boundless oblivion we gave you a wick! we gave you paint! i hate them they are not a perfect fit.

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/4/2025 4:14:00 PM

So very interesting! Well done! I think if it is up to us, indeed a blank canvas, no features; we compare to others, whether a face, art, poetry, etc… We must rely on our Creator or be willing to create ourselves imperfectly…what do we know of perfection? Don’t we all find fault?! Hugs