Picture On My Wall
Laying in my bed staring at this picture on my wall,
It is not that big but yet it stands so tall,
As it hung not saying a word, I wondered what other pages was apart of that book,
I decided to take a look!
Flipping through those pages I seen that the picture was not picture perfect after all,
Yes it had flaws from what I saw,
But the picture was still beautiful and intricate,
Although it had flaws it was not ashamed, and as I got to the end of the book I realized the picture on the wall had me in the frame.
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