Pain.
Then passion.
Then pain.
Then paintings.
We were creatives creating.
Havoc in our lives.
Havoc in his eyes.
She was a creative creating.
Stories in her head.
That created tears that she shed.
Misguided paths that he led
Allowed temporary time for him in her bed.
They were creatives creating.
Nothing but unfinished paintings.
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