My face is a collage of my experience
My dreams are seen within my eyes
Look deep and you’ll realize
I am more than what I seem
I am habituated from the supreme
My face tells many stories
Some are sweet and some are gory
I have lived and I’ve seen death
I have seen a man’s last breath
I’ve seen happiness grow within
A womb full of life basking
And with those memories I free myself
From the pain that grows everlasting
My face is a collage of my experience
I find it all entrancing
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