Painting With Crimson
Today I painted my masterpiece
Of reds and whites and candle lights
Brilliant views of my baby blues
Quiver of my hand dropped stark silver
Colors crowded spread like butter
Muted music all too much suited
Falls as phantoms in all the halls
Cool tints overcome by crimson
Could the cop copy it with his camera?
Pardon the paint pouring from wrists
Tie together the tempting image
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