The bumps on my skin,
the scars on my cheeks,
the dirt in my nails,
the dents in my fingers,
the words on my tongue,
the thoughts in my head,
the tears in my eyes,
the wrinkles on my face,
the furrow of my eyebrows,
make my imperfections,
unique.
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The Odd Poet
PoetryA poetry collection of another human being, however odd it may be.