When you touch me
Everything turns right side up.
My down is no longer
The same.
I suffocate in color
My body between your hand.
You squeeze me tight,
My hobby becoming yours.
You've shaken me dry &
Soaked my dreams.
My world made that much brighter.
No matter how much paint
I have to wash out of my hair.
When you paint
Everything turns right side up
No matter what color you use
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