Trying to vindicate.

I suppose it makes sense,
And really it shows you’re not dense,
to want perfection over not.

Oh. I ought.But all those imperfects still reflect their creator.

Like a broken mirror or a handwritten paper.

The first reflects, even badly so, and the second is a note from the prime writer.

Oh, but the broken mirror is cracked! And the note is simply a message.

But hopes remain that both will lead you to the true visage.

And if all you have is a broken mirror and a note, you hold onto these with all you can and dote

upon them because

they remind you of the one who most truly loves.


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