Tuesday, February 7, 2012

imperfect.

swallowed whole by imperfections
each flaw magnified
keeping me from moving on
staying my hand

i see them looking back at me
mocking me
i cannot reach them from where i stand
they are protected by habit and glass

eyes hide, smiles fade, walls erect
before i can intervene
imperfections run too deep
they cannot be stopped

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