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She stands like a porcelain mannequin in some elite boutique Beautifully attired in the latest style She moves with grace and emulates sophistication She lowers her eyes from her mirrored reflection *Where we  see perfection She only sees flaws* Sinking down lower She leaves cuts A tortured soul in a beautiful frame Pain muffles pain **He stands receiving his medal for Bravery and courage** A man a country can be proud to call their own *A battle won A hero born* He lowers his eyes from the crowd His internal battle holding him hostage When his guilt leaves him begging in the gutter **Will you toss him a coin Or walk on by?** Another vagabond beggar *No more than Dirt on your feet* **The same feet that walk The very streets he made free** The child with the sparkle in their eyes **When asked what they would like to be when they grow up** Silently reflects With cancer riddling their bones it's not a question They wish to ponder *But their four year old sister pushes on Unaware that this could be their last Christmas* **A time traveller of course That way I could live forever** *As long as I keep going back To before Or maybe forward to when they have a cure* **But never worry I'll always be with you in spirit When my body has gone** Maybe when I grow older I shall be your gardian Angel And so it is All imperfections are timeless But we will not see them Unless they are our own of course It is then that we need to remember Our imperfections are what make us unique
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
Beautiful imperfections
She stands like a porcelain mannequin in some elite boutique Beautifully attired in the latest style She moves with grace and emulates sophistication She lowers her eyes from her mirrored reflection *Where we  see perfection She only sees flaws* Sinking down lower She leaves cuts A tortured soul in a beautiful frame Pain muffles pain **He stands receiving his medal for Bravery and courage** A man a country can be proud to call their own *A battle won A hero born* He lowers his eyes from the crowd His internal battle holding him hostage When his guilt leaves him begging in the gutter **Will you toss him a coin Or walk on by?** Another vagabond beggar *No more than Dirt on your feet* **The same feet that walk The very streets he made free** The child with the sparkle in their eyes **When asked what they would like to be when they grow up** Silently reflects With cancer riddling their bones it's not a question They wish to ponder *But their four year old sister pushes on Unaware that this could be their last Christmas* **A time traveller of course That way I could live forever** *As long as I keep going back To before Or maybe forward to when they have a cure* **But never worry I'll always be with you in spirit When my body has gone** Maybe when I grow older I shall be your gardian Angel And so it is All imperfections are timeless But we will not see them Unless they are our own of course It is then that we need to remember Our imperfections are what make us unique
rai
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54/F/English
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
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