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He sits and stares

at his blank canvas.

I know he's good,

I've seen his work.

So angry, but pure.

He's tortured.

Heart in pieces,

like mine.

We'd make a good couple.

Our pieces would fit.

He could have half of mine,

and I could have half of his.

But he doesn't see me,

because torture can make you blind.