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: : : I smear indigo with the palms of my hands, onto my life, : : Like the paint brushes of Paul Cesanne, upon the white board. : : Tranquility unfolds its wings within me. : : I smear crimson upon my peaceful nights : : As I blaze in fury; : : My heart, unforgiving. : : I smear turquoise on my serene ocean, : : Allowing my tears to trickle down my cheeks : : As I taste the saltiness of misery, in my heart; : : I smear cyan upon my soul, : : Naming it joy as the color soaks into my tiny universe. : : My past, cremated, my present glittering, my future, dazzling; : : I smear lavender upon my heart : : And listen to the whisper of love; : : A leaf, feathering my face with gentleness and affection. : : I smear beauty from my head to my toes : : And sunlight into my digestive organs, : : Forever, I am blissful as I complete my work.

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