She paints in grey
Grey the color of the moonlight
Grey the way cold tastes
Grey the blurring line between the color of life
and the darkness of death
She paints in red
Red the color of her blood
Red the way pain tastes
Red the constant hurting
She paints in black
Black the color of her soul
Black the way emptiness taste
Black the constant loneliness
She paints in purple
Purple the color of hope
Purple the way desire tastes
Purple the constant strength
She paints in many colors
These colors make her who she is
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