5000th Time Looking at Mona Lisa

She has hair,
eyes, folded hands, wry smile
She’s lazy
Only sits there
What a waste
Who cares
She’s ugly, tiny
just a person
no dining savior
no night sky
no scary moment
no melting clocks
Who cares
I can’t make my masterpeace
With a piece of shit like this

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