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The city bright and sweet
Reflecting the drops of rain
The paved stones glitter with amusement
Usually alive but now slowly dying
Even if I closed my eyelids,
Splattered streaks of various colours,
Binding the painting together, he bids.
Even if I close my eyelids,
The cooing of his words as he writes
I would say that I am sorry for disappointing you
But I have come to a revelation
I’ve been placed on a pedestal I did not ask for
I’ve been given a cape I had not bought for myself
