Take everything away.
Leave me
With vacant, desolate and hollow.
I want blank
I want cold, smooth, frozen fields of snow
Virginal
Pure and untouched.
An empty canvas
Awaiting a palette of color.
Calling out to me
Naked in raptures thoughts
Love
As each brush stroke falls.
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