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Creative Desire
CREATIVE DESIRE
Flooded
with creative
desire
my bones
awaken
fingers stretch
for brush
for pen
feet dance
to the rhythm
of another
dawn
and my mouth
opens
to the songs
of spring.
Flooded
with creative
desire
my bones
awaken
fingers stretch
for brush
for pen
feet dance
to the rhythm
of another
dawn
and my mouth
opens
to the songs
of spring.
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Creative Desire
Creative Desire