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May 2020
I consider myself an impression of art....
Not the art you see in the museum's or the galleries
But the ones left unfinished and imperfect
The blank end of the canvas
The absence of completion
I am each erased line, the unsteady brushstrokes, and every mistake that leads to the Masterpiece.
I'm a work in progress
Connor
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Connor  22/M/Utah
(22/M/Utah)   
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     Harshit Nangia and Carlota S
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