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Oct 2013
when i was little,
i was a thief of white paper,
multicolored markets,
and a single word.

on each sheet, i scrawled my name repeatedly,
color after color, row by row,
searching for myself in its void
until the page became a schizophrenic rainbow.

now, i fill the gaps of lined notebooks
with ink scribbles and confused monologues,
using words other than the one i was born with
until the page dims into a smeared haze.

yet somehow its purpose remains.
// for sk
krista
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krista  california girl
(california girl)   
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