I am the eye in your
Perfect storm
The hourglass of your
Perfect form
And your obsession is
My concession
Relentless in our
Pursuit of perfection
Restless in our
Unmade beds
I am the lie in your
Perfect story
The camera under
Your direction
And your compulsion is
My involvement
A lover's end to
The well-intentioned
I am the silence in your
Perfect moment
The violin in your
Concerted efforts
To free yourself from
Your dependence
I'll be your cells if
You'll be my sentence.
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