Fish out those brushes,
that you kept preserved
for so long.

Hunt down those paint tubes,
that were dumped
when you were gone.

Take out that palette,
that wishes to be
muddled with paint.

Take out that canvas,
that yearns to be
etched again.

Splash some blue,
splatter some red,
paint all the joys and sorrows
upon which your
heart has fed.

From the hues of heartbreak,
to the shades of self-love,
paint all that you can think of
and above.

Paint your moments of peace,
and battles of which
you, yourself had emerged
as the hero.

And once you're done,
there, you'll have,
your Masterpiece 2.0

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If it moves, It's Biology. If it stinks, It's Chemistry. If it doesn't work, It's Physics. -_-
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