Go not with defects,
Defects are all but temporary.
You may appear or
You may not appear
But your existence is
Permanent and all days to come.
How dirty or clean I am
It is not a matter, How
I am here and you are here
with me that matter.
I am a beholder and
What I see, I have no
control over that is
not a fact, that I know.
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