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I do not need a picture to depict perfection
The beauty of a picture is the beauty of he without the evidence ever forming through mechanical eyes
One would have to see for themselves
If you were a joy to behold when I knew you, I would not need a pixilation of your existance
Which is why I have never captured your face
The soul would be taken away, a wise woman did once say
To me
I do not photo shop for your perfect complexion
It already shines so bright
In the light of the sun
Your melinan bakes to the crisp of perfect pastries I would like to taste one day
The next day
A day after that and forever
It shines like the ocean against the moon, lingering on and on into miles of wonderful, wondering bliss
I do not need other colors to make your flawlessness evident
Your flaw only remains in your lack of vainity
How can someone so perfect allow themselves to fall for me, but of course there must be someone else to equate all of what you are and will be
I love myself do not misinterpret but you..
Love, surpass my own purpose
I do not need a picture to depict perfection
If such a lens was indeed
I would see to
The lens be
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