Van Gogh Self Portrait
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I catch myself sometimes
almost wonder who I am
like when a word suddenly doesn't make sense
it's familiar but wrong
when did I age?
I'm looking out
from too far away eyes
I need drawing back
every speckle is represented
but dimensions lose a layer
no matter what, I can't paint it in
the sun catches me, catches the wall
it's as if the wall caught me
made a portrait of me
how can a wall have depth?
when I regress?
the torture of capturing lines
as the sun doesn't fall on my face
just on the canvas and at my back
I'm locked eyes with too much of myself
images of mirror images
meant to be fleeting
lost in the glass
caught in the paint
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