Published: September 30, 2023
What's perfect, then?
Nothing.
Liar.
You told me,
we all know what's perfect, until we don't.
What's perfect?
It's the best you can do or be.
How shallow of me.
The unhoneyed bee.
Sitting by the sea, Typing erroneously.
Not completing the poem, the way, it was meant to be.
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