Flawlessly Imperfect
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[ear]
Music paints the scene when nothing is sung
I need no drums,
Just the steadily unsteady beat of my pulse
[heart]
I am flawlessly imperfect.
For perfection is only
an illusion.
I am too sensitive,
too happy,
too moody,
and
too imaginative.
But I wouldn't want it any other way.
