Paint Stains My Floor
Paint stains my floor
As she’s mixing a new variety
Dipping into a new crush
On what is visually stimulating
Her walls are cluttered now
No longer a solid blue
They’re blasted with thought
I wonder what it means
But I let her be
She has her pictures
I have my words
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