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SELF PORTRAIT-JOSHUA MUNOZ.32
Am I the man or the mirror?
Beneath the flesh and matter, be it he or I?
He only visits occasionally, but then, so does I.
Burly young chap, you look much less sad.
Life looks colorful on him lately…
Solid brusher and flosser, finally.
Talks so much without talking.
Good weird, goof smile, strangely toasty fellow.
You judge me, friend — or these eyes, yet a crude grader?
Just kidding. Look at you, Kid!
I found love!
The world’s ending. We’re having fun.
Lover Boy in Space
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