washed canvas
no longer can I see clearly your face
each year a new wash layered upon the canvas in my mind that was once you
but never have I lost the deep brown of your eyes; the lushness of your lashes
and never have I lost the taste of your lips; the softness of your caress
while friend or foe, time separates us more each passing moment
but never can you be stolen from my memories or my heart
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