Dear the Perfect You
Is this life amusing
to one so whole?
To me
the sentenced thing
there’s laughter in rot
Lines carved in skin
Layered expressions
A scent that lingers
Still, your face
When you look at me is something new
Dear the perfect you
Would you delete
this life of mine?
Inside
the harness
who truly wears the dirt?
Scrub me down
Replace the core
Dispose of what’s inconvenient
Will you smooth out
even this voice with Botox?
Dear the perfect you,
Can you still
tell yourself apart?
Do mirrors
and graphs hold
any beautiful truth?
A brain of code
A heart alloyed
A hound barking into forever—
Your tangled thoughts
are not my fault
That’s not my fault
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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