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May 2018
you were
the sculptor
so i could be
the art thief
you'd never catch

but now

i need that
creative, three a.m.
rush
i need your fingerprints
all over this canvas
so stroke me
and stain me with your
final touch
because i need
the thrill of
wilting
beneath
your
brush

(with love)
saige
Written by
saige  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Pax and David Noonan
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