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by Katie Kunkel

Dripping hues of emeralds and Cerulean,

    Clear water made muddy with a dip of the brush.

Chalky, powdered bone, white and milky,

     A swipe away from a ruddy, bloody blush.

Harsher bristles create grassy foothills,

     Cotton makes for fluffy skies.

Place a house, or tree, or person

     Or with a blot, plot their demise.

Over forests, rivers, towns, and cities

Midnight’s harsh black lines draw borders.

Everything in its proper place,

     For tainted water to bleed over.

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