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☆ you’re ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

a masterpiece painting

hanging on the halls of

louvre

critics dissect you with

every brush stroke and

colour

they point at you and

line up to buy souvenir

keychains

yet none of the aesthete

you’ve captured within

remains

you’re a lonely painting

dusty on the dark louvre

halls

another forgotten beauty

left to fade on the dimmed

walls.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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