You are not a diamond. And I am not attracted by your faultless luster, or the jagged symmetry of fleshless asymptotes that touch no curve. It is the fall of your roundness, the dimpled shadows that draw me, the stumble and lilt of little flaws that make you utterly, uniquely beautiful. I see a new season in the darkness of your furrows. If God wanted your perfection, you would not have been created. You lure me to descend into the world of laughter and tears.
Allure
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