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May 2017
i would like to believe that i am an artist
even without paper and pen
i have the talent to notice
to trace with my fingers upon your too soft skin
to color in my canvas
and feel my crimson heart thrive within
a gentle little trace under your eyes and then your lips
so perfect with such want
what has made me sketch like this?
aha words tossed to and fro
when will I stop,
the world may never know.
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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