Vincent
He looked up from the colorful portrait with skepticism. The faint lines and dark edges that arises the intensity of it.
To others it would be a complete masterpiece. But not to him. It was too bland, raw and unsuccessful.
His paintings were never the same since they parted. She was his masterpiece that he had to let go.
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He was at that class, admiring her as always like a sculpture and a vulture. He had always been there, observing her exquisite form.
A piece that he had quietly vowed to master.
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Poetry"Aloha." "H-hello." "-I meant Goodbye." Whenever you create art, your goal is to create a sanctuary of beauty in this ugly world. Vincent is the artist and Iris is the art. #2 Artistry 4.14.19 All rights reserved @2019
