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Aug 2015
I used to dream in back and white before you came and handed me a brush.

My canvas was always white for I told myself that I couldn't paint.

You told me that I was blind and that I wasn't who I set myself to be.

I used to dream in black in white until you showed me who I am.
Rough
Secret Poet
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