To love a blank canvas
Is
To love an ideal
To love a canvas
That has been robbed of possibility and promise
By your own brush strokes
Is
To love that look
You get in the morning
Over top of a steaming cup of coffee and
An egg trapped between two sides of an English muffin from
Someone
Who has already heard your dreams and
Your excuses
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