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Human beings
are a jumbled mess of colors
In a world
photographed in black and white
We try to lend
our own unique palette
Always ending up
distorted, pixelated

Showing off,
for all the others, in contrast
To the normalcy
often contributed to empty
Spaces, where
we insert ourselves, uninvited

Places, we do not belong
often causing
The misconception
we do not care
If we do or don’t
Will it really matter?

We paint our souls
with no regard for lines
Often finding we
are so abstract, apart
Even the easiest assembly
cannot happen
Without it becoming
a splattered canvas

Where the artists compete
and no one wins


February Writing Prompts – Pixelated paintings – Day 9/28

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