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Apr 2014
Amid a symphony
of sighs,
I'm ready for
a change.

I'm —
so bored
with painting graffiti
on my insides.

So carve me into
a work of art;
tell me
what you wish to see.

Paint on the smile
I lost before —

you're the only one
who can get it just right.
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