My secret sin
A sinful delight,
Tasting luxury,
Touching pure elegance,
Experiencing wonders,
Shooting through stars,
Surpassing all dreams,
Rising to the heavens,
Chocol.i.ate.
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The artists' broken canvas
Blank covers dabbed in shades of black and blue, The canvas smothered in dark grim hue. Subtly the innocent white drains out by the few, Dominant colors of evilness spew. Raphael didn't do his best to keep the canvas true, Colors of collision he always eschewed, Picasso undividedly broke the pieces, Dividing the page of bruised colors imbued. *The purpose of using the artists names are simply for metaphorical use to underpin the issue of a broken friendship.
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