Painting the Past Away

Paint covers a multitude of sins. 

So they say. 

I wonder how many gallons it would take to camouflage my past actions.

To hide my previous dalliances. 

To inter my old transgressions. 

Would the impressions remain with indistinct edges when the light hits them in just the right way? 

Better to close the door and call the room a closet. Then it can fill with skeletons instead.


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