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Apr 2017
Paint and water,
To a faulter.
Naked before me,
Hard to capture.

Canvas lines,
Put in time.
Turn around,
Beckon me now.

Charcoal and pencil,
They're my utensils.
Your form on my page,
Love shines through.

Kiss your forehead,
You blush in your bed.
I tuck you in,
Love knows no bounds.
Turn around.
Just a poem about an artist and his wife.
Keasbey
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Keasbey  New Vegas
(New Vegas)   
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