Imperfect Figurine

All I ask is that in time you
Would understand the things I do.
Maybe neither of us ever knew.
Perhaps, then, this is our melancholy blue.

Sing your tune, figurine.
May imperfection fall across your cheeks.
But stay your voice, no one avoids
What is plainly evident.

Nothing was and so nothing is.

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