But I can't help but to
think utter perfection
has gotten old. I wish
you would stop blending
in and just for once
be bold.
I need to feel the rush of
the unknown not a utterly
perfect drone.
Perfection. Perfection. Oh
utter perfection, it truly
is something that does not
exist. Because there is no
such thing, it truly is a myth.
So perfect, so perfect all the
time. Now wonder this is
the end of the line.
I suppose we shall never be
on par. Because utter
perfection, you are.
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