Lost in the dark so I can’t see you
All memories accrued, removed from my mind
Stolen by shadows
Like a fresh fresco melted by sunlight
Smearing your curves down the plaster on my walls
Watch you fall
My very own Da Vinci
Onto the floor
Broken and scattered in the furrows between the boards
Wish I were a painter
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