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Oct 2012
A blank canvas
Pure as snow
Clean as light
Pick up a paint brush
Paint
Colors and patterns
Sketchs become outlines
Dark and light
Follow the sketch?
Go outside the lines?
Each day
More paint is added
The white disappears
It will never come back
Too much damage has been done
Written by
Allison T
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   Ryan Hoysan
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