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Jan 2023
The concrete walkway is a masterpiece;
chalk lines of sunshine yellow, serene blue,
cotton candy pink and soft grass green;
a wonderful place where we drew.
But in the end, we are only
chalk lines drawn on concrete
meant to be washed away.
So for the time that I am given,
I am what I am.
Marrisa
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Marrisa  21/F
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     Timothy and TSPoetry
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