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Take care for no one will

As the wind blows, it whispers,
I feel no warmth.
The need for isolation has become apparent.
I felt so unloved.

No bosom for shelter;
I looked no farther.
I can give myself an embrace,
Where all gaze for space.

My entirety becomes bare,
As I accept no

Final render

Final render

me in progress

me in progress

a closer look

a closer look