ARTIFACT

She's a lost art,
in a lonely
museum.

Random people throw,
awkward stares
at her---

Some people
just pass by her,
some stay.

And those who stay,
are the ones who
can truly testify
that she's an art,

A painting waiting
to be discovered,
an artifact that is lost.

She's an artifact,
she's an art,
and that is a fact.

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