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You painted a perfect picture,

Like a beautiful storm,

Blue and purple paint splash horrible on her arms,

Swollen double in size cherry lips,

Purple lines you put there a thousand times under her eyes,

Plead a thousand times you would never leave another line,

Just your drunken lines,

She never cared,

She feared,

Your soft touch,

Mummbling in her ear,

Kept her there,

As you painted her skin,

Once again.