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By dragonfleyes Date: 2001 Jun 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.06.14.36.10563]] |
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the night is soft in making with dreams weaving and souls making their glide toward home warm hearth fires enveloping scattered darkness the stars shine brighter twinkled paint lighting their way if you were picasso and i was michaelangelo would we paint my eye a body? would we make me see through your soul i think i already can when your lips brush red and you flush pink with envy and love tracing your heavy laden thigh |