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Oct 2018
He painted a big white cloud over me
he was careful with his brush strokes
painting each line with softness
yet his hand was bruised
when that hand connected to my face
it wasn't so gentle anymore
the white cloud started to turn grey
he was careful with his strokes
- I never got to see the sky
ronnie
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ronnie  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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     ---, Fawn and FraisDeLaFerme
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