you made me every line of your poem
you design me as the room of your own pain
everything is under your own hands, you' re an artist
my fellow beat, my fellow drum,
you made it in a few seconds, a few minutes
what did you do to me, you devoured my energy
to every color, every stroke of your design
you set my desire a canvas of your idle hands
unfolding my real passion with you
and my spare moments in my busy day
oh, you burried me in that piece of art
our love, our poem, oh that inspires me.
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