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Aug 2016
my heart is an empty canvas
waiting for someone to come
and paint colors all over it,
to etch out designs
that will bring it to life,
it waits in the cavity of my chest
for someone to come
and gently hold it in their hands
gentle enough,
like holding a newborn
promises whispered to it,
like secrets shared in the night,

my heart is an empty canvas
just waiting for the right artist
Brooke Benway
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Brooke Benway  Florida
(Florida)   
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