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Mar 2019
I used the last of my paint
to make you a picture,
pinching the tubes from bottom to top,
leaving nothing to waste.

Discovering later,
It was not a pretty, vivid canvas that you seek.
But rather your own paint.
Written by
Paige Seleman  F
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