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Perfection Persists

Naila Bensaifi

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I bathe myself in perfume

So my presence whispers to people's ears

I want to happen for a brief moment and vanish

As if they have all laid eyes on the most beautiful ghost

I speak to my hair

Demand for it to behave

I deconstruct my face

Assemble it up into improvement

| look at mirrors too often

A reminder of what scratches people's eyes

I look deeply into her pupils to see what she will do

Is she satisfied yet?





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