Basquiat

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Poured on you my blood and sweat
With the stroke of a brush,
I drew on you with a touch of finesse.
I etched my feelings on a canvas
So vivid that the world would
Think me a maestro.

I sang on the canvas
Brush strokes making melodies
That would lull the gods.
I painted relentlessly,
Engraving my heart and soul.

Tedious, i know,
But it's the only way
To illuminate the truths of my heart
That are myopic to you.

With blood and sweat
I recreated my love on the canvas,
Allowing my feelings to pose naked.
Sleeping dogs that would love to lie
Are bared wide open to you
Yet you still fail at seeing
The love i harbor for you.

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