of the perfectionist.
she'll see
all the flaws
in you
there is to see
once
the initial
phase
of infatuation wears
off.
the way you
stand,
the way you walk,
the way you
breathe.
all your jokes
will
be thin by then,
you'll hardly
speak.
could you not leave
the butter out
on the counter
overnight,
please?
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