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Aug 2015
I am a blank canvas
Waiting
Praying
For an artist to give me purpose
I need to feel the brush strokes
He makes as he trails the fibers
Over my skin
I love the colors he chooses
Warms and cools
The paint is thick
And oily
But it feels perfect
Against my contours
And with every swish I become
More and more
Beautiful
Savanna Noelle
Written by
Savanna Noelle  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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