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Jun 2018
Carved with careless fingers,
Traced by a toddler,

Occupying its mind with crayons.

A raw thought came to mind,

Carve the skull with colored variety,
Condoned silence.

Then, oh, how the colors swam.
mel
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mel  22/F/Pennsylvania
(22/F/Pennsylvania)   
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