Greyscale Angel
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Last published Tue, Oct 9, 2018
A writer shines through black and white. Black ink upon white paper. This is my canvas, words are my art. They said I was mysterious, that my past makes me dark. No one saw the light in me, no one but him. He said he saw my light, I say, he was my light.
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