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Oct 2010
I struggle and fight,
To paper the light,
That crests under muscle and bone.

So caught is the skin,
The lux, and the thin,
That rides under shadow and tone.

The charcoal I savor,
And touch what I gave her,
This presence, this memory mine.

So journaled her beauty,
With deepening duty,
My happiness-
          
                                        her infinite line.
twenty minute
   increments
Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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