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Leftover red paint

Red paint dries on a tissue Slowly The same rush hue Glazes imperceptibly Gently losing shine And carefully dulls without change And softly hardens until dry, When you can touch it without fear of red fingers, red clothes, red smears But still, wasted paint on a tissue Will be thrown away without notice And still dry red.
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Written by
msamendable
24 / F
Published
Jun 14, 2015
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#paint#dry#forgotten#ignored#wet
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