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Portrait Of Me

Looking through the eyes,

Of people around,

I see myself sometimes drown,

In heaps of words,

They think and say,

On portraits of me,

As I look,

At things my own way,

Fading now behind words,

That are there but not enough,

Is my portrait even exists today,

As I look at me in my own way.


words for the day

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