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Upon Life's Canvass
Emotions up front and always true.
In knowing her you knew what you knew.
Always open and loudly spoken.
To be alive was to see her view.
Slowly in time we fell apart.
I sought in life unfinished art.
But, spread upon life’s pure canvass
she was an open and a beating heart.
Our desires were spread across her bed.
Stories painted in blues and reds.
Her naked skin burned with heat
as she knelt in prayer then kissed my head.
Between her lips I slowly crept.
She held me there and softly wept.
We knew our love was growing cold.
We fucked once more before we slept.
In knowing her you knew what you knew.
Always open and loudly spoken.
To be alive was to see her view.
Slowly in time we fell apart.
I sought in life unfinished art.
But, spread upon life’s pure canvass
she was an open and a beating heart.
Our desires were spread across her bed.
Stories painted in blues and reds.
Her naked skin burned with heat
as she knelt in prayer then kissed my head.
Between her lips I slowly crept.
She held me there and softly wept.
We knew our love was growing cold.
We fucked once more before we slept.
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