While drawing the self-portrait

Then Arrange me and rearrange me

Right all the wrongs

I could think, sing, and hear

Hammer and chisel away all fragments called flesh and bone

Pin the soul to the pristine point of perfection.

Only then and there you might see

You are not looking at me

You are searching for your very own reflection.

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My Dear Beloved City, This is the most essential matter of the utmost importance which I must do.

When I was praying with my brush strokes When the fire is burning away When all the

Before I catch another plane Let me stay in this moment and make it forever. Before I go

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