muse (3/30/20)

you are a work of art.

 

from far away, you look absolutely perfect.

 

but when i'm standing in front of you, all of your gritty details show themselves loud and clear.

 

they make you all the more beautiful.

 

i could stare for hours trying to memorize every brushstroke.

 

i never want to forget you.

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