you were perfect
for my imperfections
you were the oil
to my fire
you were the hand around
my throat
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Screaming a Silent Scream
RandomRandom things - poetry, short stories, and more. This acts as a journal, sortof. Enjoy.
Three - Perfection
you were perfect
for my imperfections
you were the oil
to my fire
you were the hand around
my throat
