You are a work of art.
Your eyes are as blue as ultramarine.
Your skin as pale as white canvas.
You are so beautiful.
You are a work of art.
Your frame is the frame of aphrodite.
Your skin as soft as rose petals.
You are so beautiful.
You are a work of art.
Your hair is as yellow as gold.
Long and lovely.
You are so beautiful.
You are a work of art.
Your laugh puts a smile on my face.
Your smile is beautiful.
You are so beautiful.
You are a work of art.
You are so beautiful to me.
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Danielle Mosley
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The Block Mayor
Like every warm day, Terrence is finishing this day on his L-shaped porch, sipping whisky from a dented flask. Cars pass by slowly, and he watches young women pushing babies in strollers; he hears the neighbors’ arguments and knows which have a regular income and those who are unemployed. Terrence is the self-appointed block mayor, laying judgment on his fellow folk.
By Andrea Corwin a day ago in Fiction
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This is a lovely piece.