Mesmerized

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Hundreds of tiny hairs glide across the page.
Making beauty.
Magic.
Color.
Flowing until the page is covered.
My hand runs up.
Down.
Right.
Left.
Only stopping in small moments.
To change colors.
To imagine what will come next.
My heart pounds.
I feel happy.
Wanted.
Safe.
The tiny hairs don’t stop for good.
Not for now anyways.
Only when it’s done.
Gorgeous.
Mesmerizing.
This is what I live for.





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