Flawsome
I could always say,
My chair is imperfectly fine...
But your mask tells me,
how "flawsome" he was!
Maybe it's easy to think
Though it's just hard thing to do
Seems to me you pointed out
I painted no hue.
But for as long as I bleed RED
Don't look when I turn black...
I count silver linings
more than those times
being "BAD".
Though I could leave it like this,
Spinning my empty chair.
But I got one more question to ask,
Who shall do it with flare?
I could say once again,
I'm imperfectly fine.
With your disgusted eyes rolling,
Oh how flawEsome I am!
LeiStrauss2019
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