Like an ancient masterpiece
sullied by years of neglect,
I need to be restored,
stripped to my core.
Images layered upon images
cover up
the real beauty
lurking beneath.
This coating
of oily glue
needs to be scraped away
carefully and slowly.
And the dark colors of time
need to be brushed away
by the vibrant colors of life.
The hidden shall be revealed
and the broken shall be restored.
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