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A poem about a person's point of view of what a masterpiece really is. |
| MASTERPIECE each slash and jab a masterpiece each cry and scream a symphony strokes of red vibrant and warm bring color to her walls of cliche photos black frames an empty life false laughter false smiles success sketches on his face this is his masterpiece one of many the best the perfect subject no scars of hardship no innocence forgotten one of bright chromatics the canvas-her walls the brush-his knife the paint-her blood his masterpiece |