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Brush of Stories
The paint fades away
Leaving slight streaks of
Washed out colors behind
A paintbrush old and used
Has seen better days
Art hangs from the cracked
Walls in wooden frames
Like a crooked smile
How many times has that
Brush been dipped
If it could talk the stories
It would tell are sure to
Be colorful ones
Leaving slight streaks of
Washed out colors behind
A paintbrush old and used
Has seen better days
Art hangs from the cracked
Walls in wooden frames
Like a crooked smile
How many times has that
Brush been dipped
If it could talk the stories
It would tell are sure to
Be colorful ones
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