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To make a dream come true I take a pencil withdraw the paintbrush and draw the illusion of a vision in black and white and blue Feeling my face burn hot I take an eraser put down the cloth to rub out my fears of feelings in need of retouching you Feeling the breath leave my chest I exhaust the paper having no canvas and turn out the light on you my subject before I'm rejected by you. This poem is part of a collection available to ebook readers at the link below:
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