Fragments

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 I was an oil painting on the glass,

I got washed away in the rain.

You were sculpted out of marble,

I couldn't unsee you.

I could promise to paint your skies lovely hues,

Taking away all your blues,

I could chase you through the wilderness,

But uncherished roses wither, they die.

Fragmentary affection never did suffice.

Still, I chase you like stardust,

Unaware, unsure with all I have.

You are like the philosopher's stone,

Turning my metallic heart rose gold.
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                                                             -Hri🖤