"I think the perfection of love is that it's not perfect." - Taylor Swift
----- A Sam Scott poem: 28th January 2024 -----
Please pander to my Perfectionism by Pottering your purlesent Peepers purposely past my Permanently printed Phrases of poetic poise Pulling precious people Past particular poison Pleases. Pushing perfection points Purposefully protects from Painful perception. Perhaps a pedantic persuasion? Perhaps a pen peaking in Peppery passion or with Personal poignancy or Painted pastiche pictures of Platitude? Perhaps
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