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I pulled my colors from their storage Red, blue, yellow, purple, green, and orange The case they sat was old, With rust and squeaky hinges. Painting fruit: Grapes, apples, and oranges ******* the colors up through syringes, Precision causing anxious twinges. Picturing perfect afterimages But my art just makes me cringe. I rhyme well but, shouldn't try to paint an orange, Placing my supplies back in storage.
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
When I mixed red and yellow
I pulled my colors from their storage Red, blue, yellow, purple, green, and orange The case they sat was old, With rust and squeaky hinges. Painting fruit: Grapes, apples, and oranges ******* the colors up through syringes, Precision causing anxious twinges. Picturing perfect afterimages But my art just makes me cringe. I rhyme well but, shouldn't try to paint an orange, Placing my supplies back in storage.
ryan-maroni
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
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