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An unpainted treasure chest with the initials "LP" No glaze. --Takes me back to the days when I made her. 8th grade and I was no art major. -But I made her. Bland, against a white wall. Unnoticed among them all. There's a lid and a box but no key and no lock there's no way to keep shut or keep out what I shouldn't trust. Unpainted, unglazed, just burned. What a haze. While I move to another room, another wall, it changes all. Now white can stand out. And it won't ever blend in. Not unless it's put against a white wall again.
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
Unpainted Unglazed
An unpainted treasure chest with the initials "LP" No glaze. --Takes me back to the days when I made her. 8th grade and I was no art major. -But I made her. Bland, against a white wall. Unnoticed among them all. There's a lid and a box but no key and no lock there's no way to keep shut or keep out what I shouldn't trust. Unpainted, unglazed, just burned. What a haze. While I move to another room, another wall, it changes all. Now white can stand out. And it won't ever blend in. Not unless it's put against a white wall again.
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
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