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May 2020
There's too much time to know how to waste it
Its traces found above and around
Spreading like mist in the most insignificant spaces
Filling lines in faces

Please let me be tired
Allow me the reason to be weary
Give me a taste of stress so I might sleep more easily

Thank you for this self portrait I've had the pleasure of painting
I'm still boxing with shadows, I hope it might change me
Written by
Edward Dominic
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