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May 2015
Death won't come to me tonight.
I might hold the kitchen knife to my throat,
but I can't take the last blow.
This crimson canvas has just enough blank space
for one more paint brush stroke.
But it couldn't be a masterpiece.
For you are Picasso.
Only you can fill the blank space.
Gillian Godwin
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Gillian Godwin  18/F
(18/F)   
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   Chelsea Patton and NV
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