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Paint.


Paint me black Paint me white But paint me red I become a color But what color Bright or Dark Faded Maybe I am faded Hate me I changed Stop adding colors to me then White to black I am gray, broken Hit white with a faded black, bruised Hit yellow with white, flushed Taking the beauty out of my paint Turning color, colors Into actions Can my flower be safe? Fatality to my bowl of fruit? I guess you hate them too You messing up my picture I painted this but you You’re changing up my picture With your hate Maybe if you painted. You could relate.
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