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I'm 99
and 11:59
I'm a dart that hits outside the bull's eye.
I'm welled up eyes,
that don't spill over.
I'm a perfect place,
without a perfect person to share with.
I'm palms on opposite sides
of a glass door.
I'm virtually there,
I'm nearly perfect,
I'm quite a lot,
But never enough.
I'm an almost.