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paint our souls
what if our soul is a blank canvas,
every heartbreak is a red streak,
a moment of joy is inked in golden dot
sadness and misery are long black cracks,
yet the recovery of pain is lined with silver
hope,
hope will be a little pale white orb
always there,
blending in with the soul
faltering, wavering
but nevertheless alive in silence
and how
i wonder,
how would we look like
in our canvas,
with these memories
of pain and joy
etched so deeply
into our soul
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