Once Upon A Time
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With the help of the Divine
He was inspired
His inspiration
Romantically kissed paper
She was my paint
And I was her brush
With romance and passion
Beauty moist paper's face
Paint and brush blended perfectly
For every time they touched
It brought smiles and pleasure
Each stroke cleanse their pain
The work of art was dead
Love was the painter
That painted it together
But time has flowed by
And the painter has moved on
All that remains is
Agonizing memories...
Encased within the frame.
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