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Staring at the ruined canvas that possessed colours she detest

And shapes she'd never digest to view any longer,

She slathered fresh hues to cover it

like poetry on blacked out and struck out words on a rejected love letter

a poem for the new lover over the wounds left by another

the canvas regained a new soul without losing its texture

with no peels to be pulled apart from the dead layers

the raw skin accepted it like a stability medium to embark a new journey

towards a heightened light source

the protagonist of the painting was yet to arrive

but the scene was set

not a happy one

yet not a sad one

just a new one

a better one

to welcome the overwritten sonnet

like a new fetus entering a womb that has shredded itself in vain every month

awaiting one for years, hopeful despite the betrayal to endured

She looked forward to the foreground

that now rests in her mind

which will soon be transmitted onto the canvas

that once brought her sorrow

The suffering added a taste

that the new ingredients could never have.

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