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Paintbrush If I had a paintbrush to limn o’er blues of sorrow gloss with Crimson, Carmine, and Cayenne, my brush would paint them happy with tinges of serenity. If I had a paintbrush to glide atop ebonies of pain and grief, my brush would lace in hues of Violet, Lilac, and Lavender. My brush would paint them radiant. If I had a paintbrush I’d color you by my side to be my Chamois sunshine, Salmon sunset, and Sirius night. My brush would sweep away tears. If I had a paintbrush parched it would be, no color to brighten bristles of pallor. It would paint you gone, staining my doleful being in shades of cloudy Grey... streaks of melancholy. |
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