Like Art

He was beautifully  obscene. He was addicting like morning caffeine. He spoke with undeniable wit. With a simple touch he would make love emit. His looks were evergreen. He was the perfect dose of mescaline. He was the calamity in my philanthropy. He never left my mind. He was like art so exquisitely undefined.

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