11.Art

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Paint splatters cover her heart.

She paints a fresh start.

It's what she calls art.

From head to toe,

elbow to finger tip...

covered in paint.

She begins to slip.

It's all a little too much,

all she can think about

is his touch.

Losing grip,

soon she'll definitely trip.

Soon,

she'll fall.

And her new art

will be alcohol.

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