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Sep 2010
And he watched
as she drew her soul
into the empty paper
in front of her

freedom came through
the explosions of ink
that intricately depicted
the thoughts in her head

you could see them silently flowing
from somewhere deep inside
through her hands to the page
where they permanately
exposed her heart to the world

if only they could understand
Written by
Manda
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   Patricia Drake and Cris Ger
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