Take everything away.Leave meWith vacant, desolate and hollow.I want blankI want cold, smooth, frozen fields of snowVirginalPure and untouched.An empty canvasAwaiting a palette of color.Calling out to meNaked in raptures thoughtsLoveAs each brush stroke falls.
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Breakfast with Tiffany Part 2
"Where was I? In the wrong room with a beautiful girl. Wake me up, this must be a dream."
Breakfast with Tiffany (Part 2) I awoke with a start and looked to the bedside table where the hotel had placed a digital alarm clock with green glowing numbers. 5:59 and I needed the bathroom. The room was completely dark...