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Jun 2014
I'm a plain white canvas
waiting to be filled
with lovely colors

day by day
I try hard
to fill myself up
with smooth textures
and gorgeous gradients

and then you came by
spilling and splashing
splattering black ink
all over the beautiful painting

and now no matter how hard
I try to cover it up
that cannot change the fact
that the canvas, nay, I
*was already ruined
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