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Melting Paint pt. 1

My muse, in case I break your crystal heart, breathe. I didn't want you to fall in love with me. And looking for me to paint you again, you're here. I don't lie that my hands burn with the desire to touch you. But I can't make a canvas big enough for my love to fit. And the paintings aren't made by themselves...

August 12, 2017.

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