She was a sketch,
half done, in pencil.
She was a sketch,
still an illusion, in the painter's mind.
She was a sketch,
waiting, to be completed.
She was a sketch,
that the painter threw away
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
She was a sketch,
half done, in pencil.
She was a sketch,
still an illusion, in the painter's mind.
She was a sketch,
waiting, to be completed.
She was a sketch,
that the painter threw away
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