Behind the cracked smile
in the eyes that tell all
are the walls of the soul and mind, slowly crumbling
the complexion mirrors like a mime
as dark bags begin to form under the eyes
a result of the constant tossing and turning
the constant insuppressible yearning
this is, an uncanny desire
to be
Perfect.
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