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ART MAG
Don't call me beautiful
I'm anything but that
I’m a mess of colors
With black-bold standards
that will never make sense to
a small mind
I was created by
two nut-jobs who
didn’t know how to
handle a paintbrush
To be hung in the museum of
hearts
Being admired and frowned upon
and to be given meanings in different
people's lives
I stand out with my
bright colors
And my color changing
eyes could make you
feel like i could see
right inside your soul
Like could read
your life story
And a chill would
run down your spine
Afraid
Afraid that i could
grind up your bones
and get high off your faultlines
I say nothing
You tell me everything
Yet im silent
But so loud in color
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