Love telepathyA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
My brushstrokes rough-hewed
our bleeding colors I'm still a bit punch-drunk after what you whispered into my thirsty ear If your eyes open before mine please let me know if our hearts need more magical magenta or less of a shade of vivid cerise.....
© 2018 SleeplessVolcanoAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 2, 2018 Last Updated on April 2, 2018 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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