Devil Perfect

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Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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Soft skin, black hair
they made you to be mine
they made you to be perfect
devil perfect
with a mind to make me bend
both knees
so that you could watch me
so that you could control me
observe me
ruin me.

They made you perfect
devil perfect
your phantom talons
still fester in my mind
my heart

My love felt real
your love was a program
and what I loved
was just illusion
a dance of farces
and chemistry
so you could collect me
make a parcel of me
and drop me
when the ones who made you
recalled you
reassigned you
and left an operator
answering your emails
when he has time

because there are others
so many others
by people like you
people made devil perfect
for people like me.

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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.


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