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Poem- So Perfect

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How can something

Be so perfect

Without an illusion

Without coffee stains or smudge marks

Without the smell of stale ciggarettes

Without a few rough edges to smooth out

The perfection spills out

Across the linoleum floor

Through the dirty window panes

And drives one to jealousy

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