There are many colors.
There's blue, green, and so many others.
It makes me wonder, if they have undercover identities.
People may see them as one thing but they don't know the other.
They could be rubbish deep inside.
They might have feelings deep inside.
They clearly cry when you're painting.
"Drip" is the sound they make.
People mistaken that with it just getting on the paper.
It's way more to that.
Every color has a story of it's own.
Everything with a soul is a color.

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