Paintless
.
‘
nice
can hide
in plain sight
and be missed
by the targets
who dodge
good intentions
and wallow
in the misery of choice
comfortable
in their discomfort
defying logic
to the point
illogic becomes
the north on their compass
and health, a lost art
which is just fine
since they long ago
ran out of paint
.
.
Relative Something 
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