blank

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we were always the innocent artists,
painting the papers bright yellow.

we were always the striving artists,
coloring the pages with black tears.

we were always the rebellious artists,
shunning the elders’ colorful masterpieces.

now we are the free artists,
with wings to spread,
blue sky to sail,

and (too many) canvases to paint.

but for once, we leave the pages blank.

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