Purple Canvas
She called herself blue but he named her red
Her heart was bright but he couldn't have that so he twisted every word she said
Her body was his canvas and his hands the brush
He painted her in brilliant purples and blues
He smothered her with his protection
And drowned her in his care
Because he was the only one that did
...he said
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