Double Meaning

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Cool wet paint mindlessly manipulated by my long fingers across canvas, Yet a maze of intersecting crossroads lie adjacent on the ground.
I’ve noticed every layer added only makes you stronger, Intense heat causes your bond to grow closer.   Your red jagged edges of your broken surface, Scrape against my gentle pure flesh.  
It was an accident
Society, is it purely what we seeit is the reason my father left mewent to prison, and remarried
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