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Nov 2021
I try to find art in a picture of the future—
but my fingers keep on tracing
each one of my past paintings,
thinking about how beautiful it was
when I colored them wild and free.
it was hard to leave you
Axel
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Axel  16/M/Malaysia
(16/M/Malaysia)   
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