Heart & Soul
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Last published Wed, Jun 13, 2018
Words of the heart and soul that the mind will never be able to comprehend. You were painted with my brush of ferocity on my canvas of passion and gold, beauty began to show with strokes and glitter of patience and perseverance. You were an artwork far more complex than my simple mind, a piece of heaven in this ashen dull world. I put my brush down, my canvas left on the easel and finally... you were complete.
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