xviii. Perfect

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Your complexion never mattered to me.
You are perfection in all its glory.
You, my dear, are a symbol of true beauty.
Nothing can compare to you, truly.

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Hi and thanks for reading! I dedicate this poem to my bestie, Patless ; she's always complaining that she doesn't like her complexion. Honey, you should know that your complexion never matters, it's what's inside you that does. Don't fuss over the colour of your skin, realise that you have much more important things to do!

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