Painting and poetries are never perfect,
Yet perfect in itself
Anything real is never perfect
It just connects;
Because you feel a part of it in you
With no compulsion to fit in
A discomforting comfort;
That let's you be as you are
Imperfect, weird and RAW!
- Aishwarya R
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