Painting
The paintbrush spreads us all over the canvas
a gallery of our beauty
my hands around picture frames
your face worn as a mask
the wax melts away all of our pain
the fireplace burns the wood
little pieces fly threw the air
They end their journey
laying on the floor of the darkest place
one lands on the canvas i painted
Burning it along with our lies
It curls up into little circles
eventually fading away
just like our pain
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