Perfectly Flawed


If not dire.

Then what?

To remain perfectly flawed.

Over cooked but raw.

My value.

A good luck penny.

My kind.

a wooden nickel.

At this stage,

I would be dangerous.

But my spirit a pared wooden handle.

Minus the sickle.

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