An empty room, A fresh design.

No color, No shape. Just a room, white walls, potential screaming from each side. A splash of paint here, a purple ape there. Everything, nothing looking like the other. Heavy breaths escaping in awe of near perfection. No room will ever be the same, nor will they be a shame, a fresh design, I will abide.

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