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What is
the sin of consumerism
an Over-infatuation
just another form of idolatry
not talking Christianity
I’m saying the earth is a living breathing being
doesn’t appreciate all your stick n prodding -
Listen to the witches
It’s too late for sorry
The red building and the orange tree outside my window compliment nicely with my green twisty plant and wafting coffee placed on my blankets displaying many colors on the floor acting as my mat to sit cross legged on and write with my V5 pen bleeding ink onto my fingers reminding me that that is all I am; a run on sentence.
I say that you smell just like poetry
And your voice is my favorite melody
You say “aye aye aye, bull fucking right”
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