This painted happiness, is the beginning of the end. The time stands still for a lifetime, but not long enough to repaint the canvas we've created. Trembling hands strain to behold the last brush to sweep away memories, before love becomes a meaningless word we live by. With our blinded eyes from the fractured distance, we see ourselves worlds apart. Caught in the wind was the last puzzle piece that was lost, now drifting in to heal the wounds that we guard. This is the last chance to etch love into the sand, that no wave could ever wash away.
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