and the she
gets uncomfortably close
colors blurring the lines till they
become muddy hues muddy uncomfortable hues
til one day she sees a light raises her eyes realizes
art is her meditation realization of truth of life of getting
back to real to feel to remember to forget she frowns a brown
frown at the colors she has made paints it black
starting from the neck of the dove who dared to
disappoint in hungry dark chocolate hues runs away
cries a glass of tears in your waterpark blues
homesick subterranean alien
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you are born with ass.
