I have problems with drawing up conclusions, so instead, I trace
Don't mind how these outlines over line
Let's call it abstract, yeah okay?
Okay.
This parchment paper is thin, like these walls
You see, She's an artist, She paints red down the halls
She paints loud and with hybrid colors
She demands an attention I can't acculturate.
So, okay. She's got a painter's process,
Yeah, okay.
Okay.
One that destroys canvases and splinters brushes.
Though these paintings are always the ones that adorn the home.
I trace what's underneath the layers of hues
I won't say what I find, but in truth, I trace what is mine
Each piece a new steal, gone in a way that makes gone definite and constant
So okay, "Good Artists Copy."
Yeah, but "Great Artists Steal." Okay?
Yeah okay.
Okay.
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