Why does the idea of perfection exist,
Is it to provoke the unaccepting pessimist?
why do we have the idea of a flaw,
Is it to Gawk in negative awe?
No but this does not affect the virtuos temple
for all thoughts are unique, kempt
clean and frail, we are
but we dilute our pail concious rivers and raise the bar
but dont you dare think I percieve
that I am a blemished fruit
I will uptake my values and hold them dear
for my mar, I will never fear
all our blights
I are not baleful, simply distinct
only true characters shall embrace
every immaculate disfigurement of our race
We are all an imperfection
but that does not stop the optimist.
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