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Her brush is gracing a canvas that was never meant to be hers.
The pastels and the oils are slowly settling into a pool of
unidentified and undesireable nothing; she smiles.
She welcomes the criticism and the glances of disaproval
while she encourages the muffled laughter as people pass her by.
This pool of undesireable nothing is a fountain of youth
Where she will bask in the wake
Of the forever young

I'll remember you- The ataris
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On January 2nd, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC), nervous__girl commented:
no offense, but s'not so great
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