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Art Museum Made of Words

My canvas was

my notepad.

My paintbrush was

my pen.

My paint was

my words.

 

I used these to paint a picture of who 

he truly was to me,

unique.

It was posted in a museum for everyone 

to see.

 

Yet he decided to listen to the critics

instead of

me.






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