Flawlessness Flawed
Flawless am I... Well, maybe so.
I am who I am, right?
Perfect? No, for I in the sight of greatness am yet flawed.
But seek out the truth yet I alone remain in the light of flawlessness.
Poetry Slam:
Flawless am I... Well, maybe so.
I am who I am, right?
Perfect? No, for I in the sight of greatness am yet flawed.
But seek out the truth yet I alone remain in the light of flawlessness.
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