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Can I be as beautiful as the Mona Lisa? Draped in blue like Margarita Teresa? My features soft and kind A nature so mature and polite Can I have a man who paints Relaxed and focused before the flames, With hands stained by strokes of time With a passion for hues and rhymes? He will paint me slow and detailed- Mouthless, faceless, truly changed He spends hours perfecting my ears He never talks when he concentrates. With every stroke, he paints hues purple, red, and a touch of blue He invents new colors, studies the anatomy Counts the bones inside the knee He learns the composition. bends me into a new position. A new art form now Realistic, still unrecognized. For while I am sitting in my chair He selects shades for my hair I am now framed and proud Worthy of being fawned about When his masterpiece is complete Mourns then moves to new conceits Hung in the Louvre—by my neck, pale and still A brushstroke by his graceful will You will know me by my mystery smile. Find recognition of me in his style I can be viewed now through his lens More of an art and less a self.
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 5:28 AM UTC
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Can I be as beautiful as the Mona Lisa? Draped in blue like Margarita Teresa? My features soft and kind A nature so mature and polite Can I have a man who paints Relaxed and focused before the flames, With hands stained by strokes of time With a passion for hues and rhymes? He will paint me slow and detailed- Mouthless, faceless, truly changed He spends hours perfecting my ears He never talks when he concentrates. With every stroke, he paints hues purple, red, and a touch of blue He invents new colors, studies the anatomy Counts the bones inside the knee He learns the composition. bends me into a new position. A new art form now Realistic, still unrecognized. For while I am sitting in my chair He selects shades for my hair I am now framed and proud Worthy of being fawned about When his masterpiece is complete Mourns then moves to new conceits Hung in the Louvre—by my neck, pale and still A brushstroke by his graceful will You will know me by my mystery smile. Find recognition of me in his style I can be viewed now through his lens More of an art and less a self.
Nemesis
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 5:28 AM UTC
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