ItzAlan
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A Faint color amongs the others Endure and survived the mix of colors Becomes tainted by brown and purple In a bright room of canvas on walls A lonely white sheet sits The painter uses the others But not the tainted color As it sits waiting so lonely Never was it painted again Dried and useless was its' name And never remembered for its' color as it was disassembled by the painter Tears drop from his eyes Only could he know he has lost a friend.
