with nimble fingers,
he dipped the brush into his mind.
and painted his thoughts onto the canvas,
in a sea of broken rhymes.
his only escape;
painting every word he never said.
black-blue splotches over stark white paper,
in a sea of scarlet red.
and love?
it was a masterpiece.
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