Pimples and freckles splashed like paint
He wanted to have a smooth face so he won't be seen as lame.
So he got many cream
He wanted to have it all
Imperfection kills
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Misunderstood
PoetryYou could hear it all... The sweet rhythm she made with her violin The banging of the stick to the drums The sound that came were hiccups and screams What happened to them.
