Her thoughts,
oozing with varied
shades of emotions,
her eyes intriguing,
questioning every brushstroke he designed,
the bold marks,
the colorful hues,
the aberrant shapes,
the morphing looks,
the mural he drew at first
was nothing but a deviant thought
slowly morphing into a beautiful image
of his inner soul

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