01
He spilled his soul like paint.
His body is like paint, he said.
He said we are all just trying to be human.
And now his words are drying on my brain.
02
The boy down the street got out his paint brush and painted on my heart.
In the moment, I thought it was an original.
I made myself a canvas and I begged him to sign it.
But only looking back did I realize,
he used a stencil,
and the old paint from the bottom of the can,
in a color I only thought I liked.
02
The boy down the street got out his paint brush and painted on my heart.
In the moment, I thought it was an original.
I made myself a canvas and I begged him to sign it.
But only looking back did I realize,
he used a stencil,
and the old paint from the bottom of the can,
in a color I only thought I liked.
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