I am still unborn
untouchable , so un-impure
A virginal canvass
waiting just for you
I can be anything you desire
Just imagine if you dare
You can be my creator
I'll be whatever you see there
So touch me for the first time
Let your fingers dance across my space
Close your eyes, the muse will talk
materialise my face
take your deepest yearnings
pour them onto me
give in to the inspiration
set
me
free
Reason for writing:
Yeah so UN-IMPURE probably isn't a word, but right now, I'm beyond caring.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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