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Your skin is the canvas My fingertips are the paintbrush Every touch, every stroke, every glide upon it creates a mark For what I am becomes what you are And what you are becomes the purpose of me
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Skin
Your skin is the canvas My fingertips are the paintbrush Every touch, every stroke, every glide upon it creates a mark For what I am becomes what you are And what you are becomes the purpose of me
kaleigh-o
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
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