As I face myself Paint flows
In the mirror Like times past
Whom do I see? Shapes the individual.
My persona is unclear The image emerges
I am unable Shows life
To see what others do. Right for left
I make a portrait I look at her
To know myself Subjectively
Anew But who looks back?
The brush trails colors
One on another
To build contours.
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