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I began writing this poem 12 months ago. 

memories as ink on canvas with no intent to fade but in time, with distance new sprites disperse the shade

tattooed black ink on skin signifying seasons past healing lightness re-presents a compelling stark contrast

ink shapes in front of eyes mirroring visceral hues polygons and focal points emotional landscapes imbued

as paper and pen intersect communication in collision other figures move away ambiguous but with precision

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