September 19, 2008
A rip, a tear,
A smudge or a snag.
It is cast away,
As if no longer of value.
It is never given a chance.
But merely from a small flaw,
All hope of life is gone forever.
They only appreciate the best,
And pass by the lesser,
Blinded by mere imperfections.

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