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simply my thoughts for the evening

A Memoir

not so much a poem, but just some words from my journal, my personal book

you splatter the paint on this canvas that is my body your brush, it follows my curves my hips they're red and you move down my bod..

I found myself in a different world last night The trees they were bare The leaves buried beneath the snow I heard them crunch under my feet Remin..

Each piece of clothing Falls to the floor one by one My blouse drops from My shoulders slowly and you watch it fall Like snow melting in the h..

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