Walking Perfection

by running out of lies   Dec 17, 2010


She's a walking perfection
With a perfect smile on her perfect face
Always with a perfect spark in her perfect eyes
Sitting just perfectly in her perfect place
They don't think anything better exists
Except for the perfect scars on her perfect wrists
Yeah, she's a walking perfection

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