I see myself in her shoe

The unbridled way it is thrown

Lost in time and space

Devoid of any painted gazes

I see myself in him

As he lovingly allows her to fly

The intensity of his thoughts unbeknownst to her

I see myself in the atmospheric perspective

In the tenebrism of pain and unrequited love

I see myself

In swift brushstrokes

And harsh paint

- Fragonard's The Swing

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