CrackedToPerfection
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The brush trails behind streaks of paint
Still wet, it reflects the chandelier’s light.
While the artist chooses his schemes of colors,
Black and white become his queen.
What sets me apart,
What makes me differ?
I am a piece of art
One I see staring at me in the mirror.
I see a gem as the canvas,
The artist is unknown,
