Have I become your wallpaper?
Something pretty to look at now and then.
Keeping you calm and confined.
But wait, I forget that I was never more than that.
When the sun catches me you enjoy me more.
But I am just the background to your life.
Soon I will begin to peel.
And when I begin to rot you will cover me up,
Or tear me out and replace me.
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