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Feb 2015
I want to be
the paint on
a canvas
exist where brush meets color
where wrist
tickles
canvas
I want to exist in
a field
of flowers
where the light
is just deceiving
and where nothing
exists
everything exists
it's where I want all of me
to exist,
I belong inside a painting.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
197
   cheryl love and Gudden
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