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Sing again. Dance for me. It's beautiful and so sweet
The way you came in through the door
And formed like fluid on the dance floor.
To the two's and three's I sing to the beat,
"You're the demon strewn up on my canvas,
The stain of sin on my sheets."

I would rather be the frame than the shattered glass
In this picture that you painted with a broken brush.
Or, can't I be the statue that you carved from regret
The statue that you painted with praise?

You're beautiful.
You're the ghost of me.
You're a note off-key,
A dissonant melody.

In the story of my life, I only read the prelude
Because dwelling on yesterdays blessings
Makes today's curses powerless.

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