I stay up late analyzing you. It’s never ready to be viewed. Perfection is a tricky thing. Its not satisfied to be complete. Always in a rewrite stage. Perfection you always get in the way. Hours of review. Perfection are you tired too?
Once I think I have a grasps over you. Looking at each words value over the next
Does this sentence really make sense?
Perfection you are incomplete. Is this where I like this poem to be? Waiting for what feels right. Perfection don’t you even try.
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