I see photoshopped landscapes you would love to wake up in,
And artists scratch tiny details with countless lines and layers in your favourite colours.
Could I paint you back to life?
Could there ever be a canvas wide enough,
Does the world have enough pigment?
If I spent my whole life building a collection and perfecting the art, could I take on the responsibility to draw you out of blank pages?
Could I make you immortal, could I keep you with me if I just try hard enough?
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