F I F T E E N
Blank Canvas
Peaceful. Serene. Pure.
A single stroke will ruin it for sure
Starring at it, my lips curved to a frown
And so, I put my brush down
Maybe I will taint it later
Or never
Or whatever's for the better
But I did neither
It was an unfinished masterpiece
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