the artist sits there all day,a cigarette in one hand
wine in the other.
and at night
she's walking underneath the skyscrapers
searching for her destiny
to find herself.
and when they meet her,
she is just a mystery to them
to you.
she quietly walks in the dark
you see her glide through you
you can't help but look back.
in the dark,
her sky blue eyes,
shine.
her smile
so sweet so innocent
but there is more to her
You think, who is she?
you call her the artist
she was a true piece of art
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