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If brokenness is an art,
mine must be a masterpiece
thus fragmented hearts
are papers who ne'er ceased.Tears are no other than but hues
who puts color on the painting
yet a rendezvous of my blues
Can't you just see I'm hurting?Displayed in a long series of museums.
Portrayed nothing but a beat of stammered soul.
Violent chromes suspended up in the air forming fumes-
Nonetheless, torments can't be recognize as foul.All I can declare,
its a matter of proof that being broke is aesthetic.
Just paint a smile don't snare
Beauty! Spectacularly not ever synthetic.