To be a painting no one lets naturally age. To be preserved and restored and sometimes completely hidden and replaced by replicas. At that point what is the point. There is no point in keeping beautiful things hidden. Just to say they still exist to not be seen. Just to protect for future generations who will never see the real thing.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
