perfectA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsAmidst the love licked ashes falling all around the flaws of human ken, I saw a perfection. The sort of perfection that denied any such definition. She was the sort that well showed scars, scratches, cracks, all manner of things considered impure and thus, imperfect. She betrayed the human definition of that word, that perfection the kind is comfortable with. There was no such purity of mind to her. Simple a human she was, typical maybe even. Smoke led past her lips, ash tasted on her tongue, and the which of the look in her eyes seemed, maybe despaired. She was a tower of flaw and did not match what men nor women would call "perfect". Yet still, as I see her and all of this, still, something struck me. Something, a feeling. Something I can only describe as... Perfection.
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StatsAuthorThe Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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