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My words are thick oil
Do you know for a split second you stopped my heart?
So I'd feel the jolt when your touch made it restart
Your hands paint feelings that never truly depart
Those eyes— two gorgeous brown galleries of fine art
My words are thick oil; you've painted with them boldly from our start
Our duet's masterpiece; allowing us to enjoy every part.
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Anonomus Scorpio
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