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When I saw your
Layers, upon layers
Of peeling paint
I decided.

I'd get you some rainbow pencils
so that we could
hide together.

You, and I
gently laughing under covers
crying away the pain.

Hidden from the world,
Nevertheless
It will try to take away

but You and I
will be safe...
For we can see the stars
And the moon!
Right under our covers-
the pain will fade away...

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