Unbridled
she held me in the favor of kings and madmen with palms outstretched her bosom warm willing open to such decadence and endless possibilities with the horizon beckoning me forth entomb my fears who am I? to deserve such unbridled generosity such joy I am but a slave in the house of Judas
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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