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Me

What you see is what you get

One body, one man

A hand shook and a person met

Two arms, two legs

Two fists, two eyes

A self portrait is a portrait of shame

But we do not see the same

You cannot see the strain

A self portrait is a portrait of gain

I

Who you see is depends on you

Four eyes, two minds

Why is the certainty that you spew?

One soul, one kind

One answer to a billion questions

A self portrait is a portrait of shame

But we do not see the same

You cannot see the strain

A self portrait is a portrait of the gain