canvas
blushed a pattern roundabout,
and mid-toned pink lights
sound it out
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fading creamy yellow blurs,
peel and swill, crumbled, sore
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a shade too dark amid
a peach just right,
white hues blanket mint goodnight
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shapely rose spots dotted red
swirl and plunder water bed
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makeshift pallet gray and blue
crater crimson puddles new,
pale umber like raw midnight
bleeding in titanium white
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violent magic in thick sea-green
truest indigo serene
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cerulean sweeping canvas bare
petal gold sift pewter wear,
gunmetal silver trimmed with ash
earthtone blush, clipped pitch black
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burnt oasis color-stripped
wasteland barren,
perfect.
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