Perfection

In came her marine, with head held high
9 long years – away from his personal paradise

Sparse hair grown thin
medals branded on the skin

In came her perfection, with that crooked toothy smile

Prompt:Imperfection, Form: Limerick, Device: Enjambment

(So sorry for not being able to include enjambment here. Shall try a different poem with it for sure!)

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