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The first time i looked at you i didn't see a person,
I saw art.
A perfect sculpture on a padostill before me.
A clump of clay or strokes of a brush manipulated in such a way it captivated me,
Paralysed me.
To bring you home and frame you was all I wanted,
And now that i waited, and used all of my saved up happiness on you,
If come to find that you've been sold,
To another lover with looks like yours,
Someone for you that can uphold.
- me
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Fiksi IlmiahThe first time i looked at you i didn't see a person, I saw art. A perfect sculpture on a padostill before me. A clump of clay or strokes of a brush manipulated in such a way it captivated me, Paralysed me. To bring you home and frame you was all I...
