torn, yet flawless. Morning light seeps in through a half open window and kisses the cheek of an angel. the effort to do what's right sometimes doesn't match up with what is easiest. faithfully holding strong to what has been promised with a wonder, when will relief come? why do I even deserve it?
this canvas is blank just waiting to be colored upon, but there is hesitation in the application of hues, there is planning and strategy to an artists perstpective- where should the juxtaposition be?
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