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An insecure girl falls in love with a boy in a painting. Is he real? |
| Glass shards trapped her reflection And a broken image stares back. Who is that girl spiraling in light, Searching for a dark world to hide inside? A boy smiles from his window, Surrounded by blue skies, Her hand brushes against his face But he is merely scattered colors Against a dripping canvas. His world unfolds like fantasy With every brushstroke Banishing the framed barrier That kept them apart, Yet even imagery of the boy with her Cannot shape reality Into her own creation. |