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Paint me with oils
dye my hair purple like dark grapes sketch my life gingerly, a sip at a time as if it's difficult to grow me anywhere, even in your heart or on the sidewalk in watercolor when the first rain washes away anything I meant after that, if you taste my dark cherry humor in the Pinot Noir or see the shades of my eyes in the meaning of some taste of steak nibbled by le Seine C'est magnifique -- Je suis vivant. |
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