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Mona Lisa
A puzzle that was once complete,
Destroyed by fate,
That puzzle, my love,
Was a painting of you,
My Mona Lisa,

In my memory’s museum,
I continue to search for the complete version Of you once again,
Yet all I can find are broken pieces,

To me, now you’re more than just a painting,
You’re a ghost that roams freely around my memories, created by such portrait.


© Achilles