Like a mass sheet of water colour paper, my face is free of inking and painting.
But like a mass sheet of water colour paper, my face is the aesthetic of my heart, prancing strokes of emotion on every inch of the material. The my multi-coloured palette of my reveries and worries are unmistakably colourless, only my face gave life to its very derived meanings.
If i were to draw, it would be a vermillion origami; Simple with pure audacity.
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