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Feb 7
I was born, a blank canvas
Propped up, on an unstable easel
Outlined in black, by a myriad, of life’s choices

(BY YOU)

And then, you colored me in
With magnificent hues
In places I dare not know were empty

(BY ME)

And then, i found color within me
Made of magnificent hues
In places I previously feared were empty

(BY US)

And then, the world colored me in
With magnificent hues
In places I never imagined exploring before

(BY NO ONE)

Filled in with magnificent hues
And then, society stripped me clean
Bleached my colors, and left me empty
The first 3 lines stay consistent

And then “painted” in 4 ways
Roman Pavel
Written by
Roman Pavel  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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