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Art I would call him...
my home, my safe place
The beauty he contained, the comfort he gave
Painted my town red with the laugh he gave..
Heart of a child, awakens the dead...
Ohh! How can someone be so heaven-sent, so miraculous was the only question I raised..
Carring the answer within he walked the earth with poise that shamed the almighty.....
My art forged with blues and deception, a perfect lavert.....
That joyous pompous heart was all a lie, a great beautiful lie
Isn't that how a beautiful art is created? masking ,lying is all it takes.
A fallen angel with the bones of passion, that are now grown to distaste and irate
But still hold me close, a shattered broken glass My bestman, my bestfriend, my ART.....
-Shreya
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