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Dec 2014
you're sculpture to me,
an artist's stain
a splattered canvass,
playing the blues

you're molded to me,
a magnetic clay-mation
I don't understand,
swaying to tunes

you're art to me,
no explanation or
interpretation,
you're freeing to me,
dancing with wounds
Audrey Lipps
Written by
Audrey Lipps  Oxford
(Oxford)   
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   Tyler King and SPT
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