I've ascended to a higher plane
My face no longer is simply plain.
I've gone the way of Mr. Dorian Gray
Been immortalized, I'm here to stay.
Uniquely stylized with two purple eyes
Were once brown but now lie.
Nose remains, between the eyes it lies.
Mouth is fixed in a little smirk
As it's affixed in oil upon a linen panel
With strokes as smooth as lanolin.
A face begins to take shape.
A face I do not recognize.
Is this true? Could it be mine?
A simple combo of straight lines
As two artists mine for their truest lines.
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