Here lies the canvas within;

Illustrated from the crescent ink that darkens over time.

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Your veins and arteries are my brushes.

"You're playing with my heart,"

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But with each skip of your heart a stroke is added,

Each spontaneous decision, each hesitation, each love, each heartache.

And together they entwine into a portrait,

A portrait of me.

"You're playing with my heart,"

"No sir, Your heart has been playing with me"

bonne nuit,
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