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annieraesazon
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He was a painter and I was his canvas Colors would taint my skin endlessly

Colors

He was a painter and I was his canvas

Colors would taint my skin endlessly

Colors that brought him joy and gave me grief

But he called me beautiful; he called me art

He was an artist and I was helping him fulfill his dream

Using his brush, he would mix colors to paint

The brush would come to hit my flesh mercilessly

I endured the pain until he was satisfied with his work

Painting was his source of pleasure

Pleasure I soon came understand

Because he was a painter and I was his canvas

Nothing more.

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