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Life is a self portrait

A hand jerks Toward the motion of a life painted. Time through time Spurts out A self-portrait. A dispersed diary. Inside out I turn with a small examining eye. Now my bones endure the slow collapse As the sun beholds above my brows.

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Published: May 16, 2019
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