** less than perfect **
Because these tears of our lives
Flow uneven as dew down a coke bottle
Culverts of marketing give texture
To the saddest emotions of our souls
And all these small tomorrows
Made bitter by our past
Shutters close and we withdraw
Our love and life prove temporal
Where once we wished immortal
Our depths of love thought infinite
Proven shallow and inadequate
To combat the raw rasp of life
Grinding roughness of imperfection
This less than perfect life.
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