Dedicated to the one who can’t be named.
In his own twisted way,
He loved me because no one
Can be as close to him as I was.
Only I can understand
The constant demands of his artistic
And entrepreneurial ego.
He created a picture wherein
I was constantly in the background.
One where he can always return to.
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