I love you
But you’re blemish free
Too perfect for me
Too smooth, too soft
I look for broken skin because I live in the cracks
A mole.
But there is no shelter for me on your porcelain cover
Nowhere to hide, no freckle to make me safe
And though I strove for perfection
I realise now it has no colour .
(c)Slumpless
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Good one. I like how u built it. And actually the touch of “no colour” at the end sounds really sad…šŖ u should be proud of this piece well done!! šš
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Thanks so much !! Here s to all the blemishes that give our lives colour š xx
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Oh, even comment is beautiful šššŖ
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great
Peace ā
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Thank you Sir āššš
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Thank YOU, and no “sir” – just Afzal
Peace ā
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Peace Afzal āā
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