| Perfection Is The Blank Page |
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| Welcome to my house |
| An essence of thoughts |
| Just like a painting |
| Waiting to be created |
| Returning to a familiar place |
| Sharp colors shine clear |
| Not like the emptiness inside |
| Beyond day and night |
| Then I come to realize |
| The more you have |
| The greater the flaws |
| Each stain another imbalance |
| When the page is empty |
| There is something left |
| When the page is filled |
| You might as well be dead |
