Paint Me
She is so exhausted
Her mind is so blue
Her lips, grey
Her eyes beige
May her artist realize their mistake
Paint her lips yellow
Her mind orange
And her soul crimson
Let her artist realize that she feels her colors
Let the artist feel the expressiveness of her paint
Let her artist be her
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