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The White Canvas


We

Dance through blank space with graceful elegance.

Your

Mind paints vivid pictures of transcendence,

I

Flow with colors concealed from existence.

They

Lack understanding yet get to witness,

Art

Shaped not with words but alluring brilliance.

My

Brush drifts with passion lit by my love for

You

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