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dearest…

i glance at a vacant canvas…

marvel...

at what the colours of life have to bid…

frequently…

you have gazed intently at my illustrations…

habitually…

understood where i was coming frum…

someTimEs not…

maybe you question...

Zi purpose…

my vision…

mE being…

the answer…

all depends…

on which side of the mirror you’re standing…

i implore you to listen in…

with your mind…

Body…

n’ soul…

appreciate...

Earth Wind Fire and Water...

bestow...

just a littlE fragment of...

TimE…

&…

Sp@cE

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