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Submitted:Apr 28, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Once, the canvass of the soul absorbed love and human connection
It now stands folded and full of consumer products
A box of clutter, plugged and hungry for energy
... A negative drain, that leaves you pale
You do not love those products
More over, they do not love you


Hidden beneath the shadows of moon lighting
A whisper of spirituality, becomes a scream
Collapse your heart, allow the splash of human kinship
To scribble free and paint the rainbow, you deserve..





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