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As I lie in the shade,

I wonder if love could ever be

as simple as black and white,

but that's a luxury I'll never know.

Instead I fell victim to

a violent rush of colors,

like a canvas at the mercy of

an unforgiving artist.

And I guess that the story

my artist was trying to tell

was cut short by a new inspiration,

excluding me from their final chapter.

So I still lie here in the shade,

to keep myself from drying,

in hopes that someone finds me

and completes this untitled piece.

By Jason Lee