Your Picture
Paint for me a beautiful picture,
A masterpiece to unfold,
Something impossible to learn in a lecture,
Your hidden story finally told,
Each little whisper in my ear,
Causes a delight in some way,
To know the truth behind your fear,
As the mask falls ever so slowly away,
For who you are though tattered and torn,
Is a beautiful picture despite being worn.
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