Perfect Water


You never



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just



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a puff of air,

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your eyes, and look

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y

from me.

Like water, you have

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perfection by

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everything that is not you.

And you are



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by ever more of you,

as the

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which feed and purify a lake.

Whenever you

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tears

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on your cheeks

like almonds

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beneath your eyelids.

And I would


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them, if they were not also perfect