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Me I am where dreams become real and where passion is left out to dry. I am where emotions are explored but are rarely understood. I am an endless possibility that goes far beyond the limits of ones imagination. I lay before you, skin as white as a newly stretched canvas. My heart the palette, splattered with the colors of yesterday. An invitation for you to create a masterpiece. You are the artist. Paint me. |
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