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


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