Colors
As blue splashes across the canvasAs it fades from the years
As it lays there, waiting
For the next layer to be applied
As red struts across the paper
Flaunting assets with a knowing smirk
As it taps its feet, impatient
For the next layer to be applied
As purple flows against the sketchpad
Graceful, sleek, and lithe
Dances, oblivious yet knowing not waiting
For the next layer to be applied
As black seethes as it is forced
Shoved onto its place
As it wants to cry out, but needs to wonder when
For, the next layer will be applied
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