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Mar 23
His eyes became wells
overflowing
buckets of regret
drawn from the emptiness
that crawls up his walls.

The colors run
passionate
cotton candy
water colors.
"...I just went and undid mine."
RMatheson
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     Monique Matheson and Victoria
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