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Perfectly flawed


	When I was younger I imagined my perfect man. He was strong and tall he spoke with no doubt at all. Whenever I was sad I would think of my perfect man and cherish the thoughts, live for what had been foretold of meeting him and being his to have and to hold As I got older The image of my perfect man had changed He was not as strong, he wasn't as tall The timbre of his voice was not the same at all. Though he's not the same I adore him so much more With his brilliance, along with his flaws and ability to make me laugh I imagine him as my perfect imperfect better half.

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