She is my canvas
On her now sits the Interpretation of my life
I am only here to craft her
Yet she is here to alter me
Every stroke drips of my being
I have left my impression on her as she has on me
She is just as I am abstract
Austere to the ignorant yet astonishing to the educated
Aesthetics which overpower substance
Scarred with intentions never to be understood by others
Hidden under a façade of beauty
One Love
Dos Santos...
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