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Blank Canvas

October 25, 2015
By Anonymous

He was an artist and I was a blank canvas

He painted me with all the feelings than he gave me 

They were bright Cannery Yellows and Dark Crimson Reds 

I was a painting of firey love and hate for this boy 

He could paint a whole rainbow of emotions on me but he would never know why the colors were

Not knowing who I was 

He would turn to look at this once colorful, beautiful, bright looking girl 

Become an old washed off blank canvas once again. 


The author's comments:

Levi. 


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