tabula rasa
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You have taken over my life the day you stepped back in it. As my imagination soon became the bright colors of my reality. You were the blank canvas I craved to exploit. White was your creative mind.
Sitting on the floor, lights off, sound absent.
The warmth of life has been put on hold,
waiting to recharge sometime soon.
Still shadows sit in the corners
as wind sweeps by in a blush of emotion.
