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I am a Painting
The bright and vivid colors that seem to be all primary but they aren’t. There are reds, blues, yellows, greens, purples, and even oranges, but not one of them is a true solid color. They were slapped onto the canvas into their random yet organized destinations. What a quiet dreary night they were supposed to express yet their is not a single dull color. Only Bright and alive hues grace my canvas.
From inside the artist’s head I now sit, his offspring, quietly on a wall loudly expressing the somber night. Never speaking but always loud. I am that painting.
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