trace the edges of my jaw

what happens when I stay up for like 20 hours straight and spend about 10 of those hours drawing anime-esque figures.

I grip the pencil,

thin stick of wood and graphite,

in shaking hands as I trace lines

of gray onto a stark white page

full of blankness and unexplored potential.

with each sketched shape

and curve

and transfer of graphite unto a thin sheet,

i concentrate

on making it look 

exactly like the girl 

in the photograph.

i find that it's always harder to draw

those that you love.

The End

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