You are a storm in my veins that flow like paint down the corners of the 4 walls staining every inch of my mind permanently, when will the fumes of the paint disappear?
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Builders // Poetry
AdventureI'm gonna paint a picture with my fingertips please don't be mad if I leave a print.
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You are a storm in my veins that flow like paint down the corners of the 4 walls staining every inch of my mind permanently, when will the fumes of the paint disappear?
