Palate
Palate of my art
A blank page
So dark
The velvet blackness
Of naught
Caught my frustrations
So fraught
With turbid
Thought
To free oneself
Of constructed
Tort
To feel
My self
My pen
My thoughts
Express it
With self-colour
An Echo
To bounce
Upon
This page
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