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Dec 2015
he is my artist
painting smiles upon my face

he is my artist painting
  pink on my cheeks
    everytime i'm blushing

he is my artist painting*
  a white sparkle in my eyes
when i talk to him

he is my artist
and i am his canvas
who used to be blank

until he came along painting
me wih colour all
over
*again.
ah, i need to work on rhyming. <3
m i a
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