It’s been promised, or alluded to for some time, but here I am finally getting around to posting some of my poetry. This one is not featured anywhere else. If you like, you can certainly find more via my collection: Change of Seasons.
Close enough to see my imperfection
Strokes of paint in a portrait not seen from afar
Hidden from those wanting their distance
The guarded secret of my existence.
Of all existence.
Hiding our true selves to display illuminated lies
But I never cared for charades anyway.
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