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Originally posted on Medium Source: Google Images I have a faceless portrait One I’ve been holding close For far too long Etched over years, touched over every now and then With each new dawn The lines grow clearer A faceless portrait hanging on a pedestal Across my hallway Waiting to come alive. Beaming with pride and Embellishing the sides I only need a face to completion. So I set out to find…
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