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Jun 2011
Behind my lids, Im painting trees,
Behind my ribs, I'm breathing life;

and through these eyes, I am seeing dreams,
capturing things, celestial extremes.

In this skull, A masterpiece,
In this skin, My favorite place.

in this world's embrace, I am free.
sun and rain, inside of me.
Tiffany Bourlet
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Tiffany Bourlet
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