As is like this broken old house
like the ripped leather shoes you refuse to dispose of
I'm as is
like the dirty coat you got on clearance
like expired chocolate you know you are still going to eat
and like those CD's someone left behind to be forgotten
which happen to be you favorite
despite the scratches and skipping
Today I'm as is
But as is
is as much as
I can possibly be
I'd like to think
As Is
is
enough
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