Perfect: A Poem

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To: The Boy I Tell All My Friends About

i dont like you anymore

but i still think of that night in may


it was a scene

in a movie


dim lights

slow music


the memory

makes me laugh


because you

didn't know how to dance


there was nothing

i would have changed


everything was

perfect


but now?

we're far from it

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