Perfect
by Krystina Marie Hodge
His hands soft sweet inhabited by external freshness
His eyes warm kind unorganized with no possession
Muffled but delighted in his perfection
He has now established marvelous expressions
A disaster compressed his attention
His consideration comes with extraordinary determination
Conceived and concluded with complete exception
But now suddenly in his comeplexion
His rememberance of childish not magnificent impressions
The terrors regarding this emerged tension
Have now been conceived as disaster rehabilitation
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