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My canvas

Like a waterless fountain,
Locked within a canvas till engulfed in fire,  
The me before you, the introverted I,  
Imprisoned in the canvas before the painting,  
This canvas that holds emotion,  
  
Baby I can be your hideaway,  
Whenever you're in pain,  
I could be your great escape,    
Won't let you fade away  
For each line and stroke,    
   
Us relishing in each others existence,  
A waterless fountain,  
Is what I am without thee,  
Now the canvas remains blank for an eternity
Written by paroxysm
Published | Edited 13th Jun 2019
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