Perfection Is Death

Everything changed when you whispered in my ear I was perfect

But when

I tripped over the sleeping dog, I was no longer was perfect

When my chopsticks slipped, was no longer perfect

When I drank more wine, no longer perfect

When I was silent longer, perfect

When was I, Perfect

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~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on October 17, 2011.

3 Responses to “Perfection Is Death”

  1. 😛

  2. true, so true.

  3. always a pleasure

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