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Mar 2015
I painted you to be perfect.
In my mind.
You were my artwork.
One wrong brush stroke.
And you could be ruined.
Everything could be ruined.
You turned out much different.
I painted ever so carefully.
You painted outside of the lines.
You've made a mess of yourself.

A.F.
Written by
Ash Tree Meadow  Eau Claire, Wi
(Eau Claire, Wi)   
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