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Lines drawn on a white canvas.

The contours amateurish, unknowing —

flimsy, even. The head’s drawn too big,

making the body lopsided.

But it’s not the lack of detail that makes the stick figure appear naked, bereft of depth:

it’s the endless white space, swallowing the tiny figure whole.

As if the living is done in between the folds of nothingness, marking the two indistinguishable.

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