Dear Art

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Art, my love, and my battle,
My bull with a loose saddle.
I can't keep fighting you constantly
But I won't fall off until I succeed.
My goal of defeating you will never change.
Until I conquer you entirely.
You are a part of me that I love and can't let go.
So until then, you are considered my foe.

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