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its just like u do leave the trails you do
on my insides and my outsides.. shutter small the voice left crawling.. down and out the lights fall short... the shadows on the wall paint a poem of gestures.. quiet and calm as a small church mouse.. shifting are the paintings last faced glanced.. laced in the stenches of a home made perfume.. professionals we are for the warmth of the touch. and we gather like lovers with fingers laced. a glow in the eyes and skip to the steps. oh the best painting this artists seen in years





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