PerfectA Poem by potatoPerfect. Why is there such a word? Who could think to create such a word? Perfect. Do you really believe that? Do you really think one could be such? Perfect. One says. "But you have not seen" I counter. Perfect. There really is no such thing. Nothing is perfect. Not a person, not a painting, not a dish, not a language, not a life, not even this poem.... Perfect. Sure, Keep on saying it, But to me, There is no such thing.
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StatsAuthorpotatoNCAboutI love to write,I always have. Writing has always been my escape to my own little world and out of the terrifying one I was living in. I love to write fiction,but with some true stories of my life and.. more..Writing
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