tides will eventually
wash away the sand line again.
and when they do,
i promise to change.-unknown attempt number
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the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
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tides will eventually
wash away the sand line again.
and when they do,
i promise to change.-unknown attempt number