Dear artist, will you be mine?
Be my eyes, when I need to see the world as you see the world.
Be my ears, when I need to hear a voice snuffed out by noise.
Be my imagination, when skies have grown too gray and clouds are only clouds.
Be my example of the sacrifice and suffering that paves the road to a broken beauty.
Be my companion in the solitary depths of being misunderstood.
Be my reminder that the work of my hands can bring so much more than money.
Be my metaphor for love - that crazy-making every-morning challenge.
Be my beauty.
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