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Apr 2013
she was like a splash of acrylic paint
on a canvas of watercolor
she did not fade in
she did not soften
she was bright
bold
beautiful
something different
the other watercolors
whispered and laughed
she held her head high
but i could see her lips tremble
they pulled her into them
they watered her down
she sunk into the canvas
just a little discolored spot on the paper
wHaT the **** evEN iS tHiS
sara
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sara
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