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Aug 2016
Piece by piece
the paint will peel.
Chiaroscuro,
tell me what’s real?
I touch, I cut
but I feel nothing.
In time, I’ll heal
but for now
I’m blushing.

© Matthew Harlovic
Matthew Harlovic
Written by
Matthew Harlovic  27/M/Oak Park
(27/M/Oak Park)   
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   Masuda Khan Juti, River and Woody
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