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Jun 2015
Red paint dries on a tissue
Slowly
The same rush hue
Glazes imperceptibly
Gently losing shine
And carefully dulls without change
And softly hardens until dry,
When you can touch it without fear
of red fingers, red clothes, red smears
But still, wasted paint on a tissue
Will be thrown away without notice
And still dry red.
MsAmendable
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MsAmendable  24/F/British Colombia, Canada
(24/F/British Colombia, Canada)   
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     ravyn and William Burger
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