Perfectly imperfect I am,
Flawed in my very nature -
Emotionally swinging from
Intense nourishment and nurture
To arrogance at times,
As tides in the ocean water
Ebbing and flowing as rhythm;
I am an oxymoron all the more
With all sort of mannerism,
And medley of various behaviors
Bound together in a human form -
In a perfectly imperfect creature.
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