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Dec 2017
It stains like blood,
Your touch.
Like wine,
It stays,
Intoxicates,
Alleviates,
Exonerates.

It frees.

Envelope me.
Paint me with your colours,
Your fingers, tinted brushes.
Draw over my scars.
Embellish me.

The artist, a lover.
The lover, an artist.
munachi
Written by
munachi
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