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The Painter’s Thoughts
I’ll paint you in every color til they melt into a mess of ugly, and the paper dissolves with the remnants of who you were, seeped into every inch of its fabric. No canvas could hold the heavy weight of your spectrum, and it happened once I dipped that brush in. Etched inside, my signature there, even as your body began to tear.
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