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Blank canvas
I pass you by every morning
Brushes in my hand
Contemplating whether to color you
Strokes so elagent
Identical to rain drops that run down your face
It keeps me up at night
To many mistakes that I uncovered
I pass you by every morning
Brushes in my hand
Is it to late to start all over?
Brushes in my hand
Contemplating whether to color you
Strokes so elagent
Identical to rain drops that run down your face
It keeps me up at night
To many mistakes that I uncovered
I pass you by every morning
Brushes in my hand
Is it to late to start all over?
Published 16th May 2017
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