Pristine

Eric Jordan Campbell

You were never jaded
Never worn down
Or torn after all these years

Artwork standing intact

Workmanship like you is slowly fading extinct

Ever since sixteen candles decorated your cake

You’ve reminded me of the Sistine Chapel

You were pristine battles where bullets of sweat and paint landed exactly where they were meant to.

Finding a frame to match is humanly impossible,

So your figure is Gods doing.

And nothing this breathtaking should be stationary.

Which is why you’re never content.

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