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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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