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I paint fashion

keep a lustful library for reference

Red on my palette

Intimate glamor photography

It’s nailed to my walls

Soft and fresh lime green leaves.

trees that speak of miracles

I am just as unique.

That’s what I say when I feel lonely.

Romantic ways to propose

new dances in the air

new paints for which I gather material.

I keep a lustful library

female form photography

high fashion

trusted women

women of intrigue

a goddess post on canvas planned.

Modern Talking Studio

my goals are met the day

tell me.

I take pictures

Intimate glamor photography

I always have.

Tell others of your salvation

I’m still looking for mine.

I put it in an envelope once

inside a book

must still be here somewhere?

Just a story to hold onto

When the lights go to the sun

I’m not really who I seem to be

I wouldn’t suspect it either.

All those romantic ways of proposing

tainted with selfish results.

You want to own

or possess

I prepare well my fallen tales

never out of reach.

I take pictures before his recovery.

Mark the date and time.

pay attention

lest you dine on similar skulls.

they seem to sing in the night

it doesn’t matter that the music is played too late.

I will mix the colors later

modulate their meanings

Not to worry

you will hardly recognize yourself.

I will forever gather my images

female form photography

lucky wild women

uninhibited fashion

I will file them

refer to them

and paint lime green leaves

to cover your dreams.

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