red is his heart,
blue is his soul,
green is his eyes.
with his hands, fragile and bony, he creates the world on a fresh quilted canvas.
with every blink, his focused gaze captures snapshots of what he wishes to keep tucked under his skin.
what he sees, what he feels
leak out through his fingertips
in reds and blues and greens.
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