Artist (Poem)

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I was once a proper painting,

whom everyone calls a beautiful masterpiece

Someone walked in

and made me colorful.

Messed up but wonderful,

that's what I've been described.

As the time passes by,

my colors fade and so is his passion for me.

I became ugly

tears became splattered

just how he splashed color in my life.

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