White Canvas
Your vivid stroke etched in my memory bestirred my stark white canvas. A passing night clasped me replete with colours. Raw impulses wide awake splashed shades tinting the sheet toning the moods.
A splendor bedded with me all night.
A river oozed out in heat. My opaque vision. grasped the forthcoming dawn. A fatigue tarried within me throughout the day.
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