hepcatbflat

Friday, March 20, 2015

Janine

She looked like she had
something
on her mind,  but
she wasn't gonna talk
about it freely..
Her eyes whispered it.
Her smile
hinted at it.
So he painted what she may be thinking with
imaginary colors
and hoped
that some of them
were
her favorites.


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