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Mar 27
I know I hold the brush
but I cannot paint a stroke of paint
upon the canvas of out life
our colours are unclear
our future blurred in fear
and fuchsia
nobody can live in fuchsia
no matter how hard they try.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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