Sketches

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For you
I held the pencil,
That I had promised
Myself not to do.
For I
Wanted to see you
From the images
That I had made
In my head.
For we
Never got the chance
To be physically
In the same place
Like many people do.
So, drawing
Is what I did
After years of having stopped.