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Forgotten


They painted me

With their smooth hands,

Pink

Silver

Gold

Green

Purple

Blue

An endless parade of colors

At first,

The paint around my eyes

Cracked,

And my eyes opened.

A drop of salty water peeked out,

Floating side to side around my water line.

My sore eyes scoured around,

Frantically

Watching them

Squish

And mold

Paint on my face,

With their smooth hands.

My jaw trembled to speak

My lips struggled to separate

But my voice was shut tight

Under the paint.

 
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