monet
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Tall, stone and gray,
We walk into the dull box-shaped building.
Inside looks the same.
Where is the color? Where is the art?
A sign reads “Monet”.
The first time you called me beautiful;
It was as if that word spilled from your lips and danced around my head like Native Americans danced for rain.
Your voice: was an orchestrated symphony of violins and cellos,