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I made some mistakes, let my head get straight to jealousy One thing I could never get over was that instinctive tendency I was the easel to your painting, the necessity but not necessarily You leaned against my support, just to fold me up and discard, victim of your dissection Strokes fulfilling your streaks of confidence, unfinished to perfection The easel of your time until my predecease Paintings can’t revert Easels are reusable I’ll support a new masterpiece The nails and screws holding me together are withering Unable to decide between beauty and grace, cyclically dithering I don’t want to make the same mistakes Gambling my love for you in sweepstakes

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