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He drew pictures,
She wrote poems.
Yet, somehow they fit.
For she wrote what he couldn't say
And
His hands added the beauty she couldn't see.
Yet in a way it was a love story
Worse than Romeo & Juliet.
You can't force somebody to speak beauty.
You can't force somebody to see beauty.
Joined together barreling down a track with
No rails.
A beautiful disaster waiting to implode.
Beautiful deaths colliding on a
Black canvas.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2015
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