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Aug 22
hair ties tie hair
bus drivers drive buses
paintbrushes brush paint- paint through an empty canvas
filled by strokes of green orange and brown
with trees that hold canes and nests that hold wings
wings that carry letters- letters to the one your heart knows you've always loved
yet your mind seems to have forgotten
forgotten the color of their eyes
when you once knew where every freckle lies
lies - laying-always laying-laying in bed
dreaming with wide eyes
about the canvas that was once empty...
Written by
Esther Pollak  15/F/Unites States
(15/F/Unites States)   
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