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Jan 2015
Lets paint portraits with our bodies
And my ******* will be the masterpiece
Your kiss will the paint brush
And your body the canvas
We can make as many mistakes as we want
Because it's the meaning that matters
Lets paint portraits with our bodies
And my lips will be your paint
Interpret our moans as art
Because what's a painting
If it can't be remembered
I miss him. The only *** we had was in the mind.
Daniella Star
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Daniella Star  Somewhere in Africa
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