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Sep 2019
A canvas with white paint,
And nothing else,
Leaves the impression that no matter what I paint
no one will see.

But you grabbed my hand and
Dipped it in yellow,
Tracing over the white lies
I have created.
Written by
Loan Tone  19/M/Los Angeles
(19/M/Los Angeles)   
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     Bogdan Dragos, Steve and MyLinh
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