Blood inside
Changes its hue
As I paint
On canvas
Does it hold
A prism
To scatter
My art
Before I could
Catch a hold
To my framed piece
The art
Wings clogged, break
And fly away, at
The mere touch
Changes its hue
As I paint
On canvas
Does it hold
A prism
To scatter
My art
Before I could
Catch a hold
To my framed piece
The art
Wings clogged, break
And fly away, at
The mere touch
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