She titled herself an imperfection
Not simply because of her body
Or her reflection
She belived she was unlike others
Who roamed
She was born an original and refused to become
A copy, a clone
She embraced her flaws for they were her is .
She believed that imperfection perfections
-Were indeed the most beautiful of all
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Poetry➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight
