Saturday, December 29, 2012


I fear you are perfect 
In every and anything you do
Though I wish for your demise
To prove the opposite
I do not want perfection
Flaws are needed and healthy
That kind of high stringing
Is impossible to maintain
So as with the only day
I will ever ask you to fail
I hope today is that day
Where you may come down to earth

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