on perfect

Perfect is what perfect does,

It molds lies into half-truths,

Photo filters and fake smiles.


Perfect is what perfect says,

A blonde girl and a venti cappuccino,

Half skim, half whip, half-truth.


Perfect is what perfect feels,

Like a mask that doesn’t quite fit,

A dream half-realized, half -perfect, half-true.

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