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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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