I fell in love with a painter

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I fell in love with a painter.

His palette was out of my shade,

His silhouette didn’t trace my curves.

My dreams stole his sienna,

His arms cradled my head.

My poems rhymed with his breath,

We read different languages.

The meaning collided,

He never painted my moans.

I wore…





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