Perfection I put on my lipstick, combed my long blonde hair and looked in the mirror, from a face came a stare, I searched for something misplaced, an eyelash, a hair. Anything out of place that imperfection could declare, and all that looked back, was what my tear stained blue eyes could see, Extinct perfection, a precious face drenched in misery.
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