Re-resonating echo,
Sparkling reflection,
Still I am blind.
An immaculate perception-
Not a wrinkle I wear-perfection.
Feigning sleep, am I?
A deception?
No, a mental fixation.
Perfect I am,
As I am,
As you are.
Bland, wouldn’t it be
If I were as perfect as you are?
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