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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