Photo by Me

Paper dolls, paper hearts, paper wings

All disposable until filled with inked dreams

The doll will waltz in swirling calligraphy

The heart will beat in poetic fantasy

The wings will fly in liquid ebony

Under the careful touch of my fingers

Until my passion runs dry



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