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Mar 2013
I want to be an artist's muse
And sit in sunlit hallways
As she draws me in the ****.
Her eyes wandering across my body
Cartographers of the flesh
Mapping every shadow
that every curve casts upon itself
As she paints me beautiful
In colors never fading.
Sheeda
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Sheeda
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