i lift my weight onto the chair, gasping and reaching for the small board. i put on the colors. stroke the brush and paint a little to renew the stunt.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
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i lift my weight onto the chair, gasping and reaching for the small board. i put on the colors. stroke the brush and paint a little to renew the stunt.
