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Every cold day, reminds of heat, and flame extolled Rising temperatures, elate feeding spirit and feeding soul Her brush caress' my canvas spinning art and lighting fires Filling all and untold senses consuming flesh, and heart too the pinnacle of desire
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
The warmth, of paint
Every cold day, reminds of heat, and flame extolled Rising temperatures, elate feeding spirit and feeding soul Her brush caress' my canvas spinning art and lighting fires Filling all and untold senses consuming flesh, and heart too the pinnacle of desire
And a hand full of other metaphors too ;D
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Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
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