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paintings


my canvas isnt clean , 

my paints arent fresh , 

my brushes arent new , 

my headspace isnt fair . 

the canvas tainted with his lies , 

the paints mixed contaminated with his charcater , 

the brushes dipped in his colours ,

the picture i painted of you ,

i used his canvas , 

his colours , 

his brushes , 

but u are not him ,

thats why u will never compare .  

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