yeah its me say hello to my face Just after dropping a big shit at the bus station.
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This picture was so oddly beautiful as just a self portrait i honestly felt it was necessary to write a poem to express the way i feel about this photo:
A man with a lens no car no home but a man with a lens
his eyes were set on travel though his camera did not follow so it was a man with a lens
in his lens he saw the colours of the wind the green of his scarf the brown of his chin
but as the lens grew tired with vision of the world the man decided to go home
but he had no car no home it was man without a lens
even though he had no car no home no camera no lens his eyes still darted left to right
it was as if the lens had formed inside his eyes he saw the colours in the wind the green in his scarf and the brown on his chin He was an Artist
A man with a lens
no car no home
but a man with a lens
his eyes were set on travel
though his camera did not follow
so it was a man with a lens
in his lens he saw
the colours of the wind
the green of his scarf
the brown of his chin
but as the lens grew tired
with vision of the world
the man decided to go home
but he had no car
no home
it was man without a lens
even though he had no car no home
no camera no lens
his eyes still darted left to right
it was as if the lens had formed inside his eyes
he saw the colours in the wind
the green in his scarf
and the brown on his chin
He was
an Artist
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