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Picture Perfect
Picture Perfect
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That photo still have a mystery eyes
I saw him
In that vintage house
He is a painter, violinist, visionary and more
He is at young fifties and untied
Who feared nothing
Such a manly appearance, roaring speech
But for me, he is a love poem
A soothing voice like kalimba tunes,
Warm hands, rhythmic heartbeats,
The oceanic smell, those two fleshy folds
That surrounds the mouth
Always tasted like vanilla
His energy cannot be matched
His aura is divine
No modern margins suit him
He is a classic sinister
