leather studded kisses;

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date: Tuesday, November 11, 2008
time:11:00:00 PM

Black ink splattered all over a white canvas,

How much a little carelessness would impose.

A wrong turn; a painting would be made a mess before it was even worked on.

We live in the misery of past actions,

with secrets to tell.

Some so forbidden, it would kill to tell.

Like when you accidentally destroyed a painter's treasure,

would you muster enough courage to own up?

Some trip while others drop,

the naive falls, the skeptical rise.

That which rise from the fallen, matures headstrong.

A little folly, one wouldn't live without experiencing,

pick up the pieces, move on, leave no fingerprints behind.

When robbed of your sanity,

pray you wouldn't mention.

Love,

vinTage dreams

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