Look below cheek
You'll find as you seek
The perfect isn't made
Since most of us in bleak

The sudden cringe you feel
While you're yourself utterly disordered
The prying eyes of one
Will always see through my words

My profession is to strive
For I'm never so complete
Very moment I think I am
The sole desire to breed

I dream of traveling world
While her body's wonderland
Her sleek form to touch
Slicks my prudence unto end

But I'm left with a rationale
To hold the brightest light
While she imitates it perfectly
It seems i have no right.

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