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Perfect Girl

Their hair glossy, lips pursed, the image of The Perfect Girl.
How I crave to be her.
The Perfect Girl, her beauty stabs me
I bleed all my imperfections.
The Perfect girl, her words disassemble me
My limbs are flawed.
The Perfect Girl
She sparkles, I'm insipid
From the eyes of him, I'm transparent
Indefinite.
A Ghost Girl.
The Perfect Girl vs. The Ghost Girl
There is no competition.
One is glittery.
The other is subdued.
Glitter prevails.




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