Crimson pulse beneath the skin,
Whispers in moonlight, secrets within.
Brushfire crackles, fingers yearn,
Hungry canvas, shadows burn.
Ink bleeds, a siren's song,
Cracked clay whispers, where longing prolongs.
Chiseled stone, a lover's sigh,
In every curve, a tearful cry.
Moonlight sculpts, a lover's touch,
Clay whispers secrets, yearns for so much.
Every note, a heart laid bare,
Symphony on canvas, a silent prayer.
No words, just...
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