Untainted Thoughts
Oh how I wouldn’t deny hearing the whispers of thy heart
I adhere your making as my hands cannot detain me from drinking you
A drawing of thyself is not enough to fill my void of unhappiness
Doth beauty cry?
Taste the sweet texture of love
She thinks with her head neglecting her heart
Can one truly free thee simply by the power of art?
I possess such a gift to unfold the stars
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