Perfection
Comes encased
In an illusion
Hiding the decays
And the facets
Of imperfection.
Like a mirror
With two faces
The good glitters
And the bad
Lurks and reflects
In dark recesses.
A banal farce
Of human nature
The affectations
Used to bolster
The image
For the greater.
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