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I am the body of


I am the body of perfection

That can use no more correction

Answer questions, no deflection

Heading in the right direction

Does this mean I've made no mistakes?

That I'm a beam that never breaks?

That my voice will never shake?

No limit to what I'll take?

No.

I am flawless through my flaws

At my failures I give applause

Be ashamed? There is no cause

I take my stride without a pause

Perfection is in every being

To some, it's just not worth them seeing

Valid through all their disagreeing

This is the truth that I'm decreeing

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