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Adrianna Kjeld

Imperfection

We are all made of muscle and bone.
Some of us  flabby, others are toned. 
We\'ve come to this place  in all shapes and sizes 
like bread our spirit will rise up. 
We conquer our issues; surprises. 
No gold in our hands, we\'re the wisest. 
We use our clouded brains to think, 
instead of letting the deep words sink. 
We speak from our shallow hearts, 
spread our stories like works of art. 
Our existence  full of imperfections, 
but life can be full of love, and self reflections.