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To Watch And See… To Know

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Author: Lyle Hutchinson

Lyle HutchinsonAugust 1, 2019

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To Watch And See... To Know

written by: Lyle Hutchinson

@hutch3713

You can stand bare
Alone
In the mirror
Or
In front of me
Considering
Your own ideals
Of your considered
Imperfections...

Imperfections...

And I
I shall see thee
As I do
Perfectly suited
To be
All that is you...

Perfect
In my love
For you.

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Lyle Hutchinson

Writing my own art and collaborating with artists all over the world since the age of 17.

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Spotlight On Writers – Lyle Hutchinson - September 14, 2019
To Watch And See… To Know - August 1, 2019
Blind Line - June 21, 2019

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