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To Create


From the tip of my pencil

And the curves of my lines

I create.

I see a face.

An ear.

An arm.

I feel.

The image rises

And it is no

Stranger to me.

It is my 

Creation.

It breathes

And laughs

And cries.

This is no 

Stranger.

This is me.

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