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May 2020
My first canvas
Wasn't paper
Or my face
It was my closet walls
In crayon
Behind the clothes
And shoe boxes
My hidden away space
Undiscovered
For so long
Until it was time
To repaint
True story. I also used to love drawing on my skin with ballpoint pen which I stopped doing because my mom would almost scrub my skin off.
Written by
Mrs Timetable  F/The Exclusion Zone
(F/The Exclusion Zone)   
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