
My blue eyes – and feelers widely opened – coloring this life.

My blue eyes – and feelers widely opened – coloring this life.

From a deep breath – arrows of words move fast – into hearts or tears.

In extension – embracing can exist – down inside upwards.

ART ART ART
Brain Body Soul
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Balancing – a key to every relation – loving life.

Now listen – talking seriously to myself – I do I do I do.…. but no use.


Face the body – safety for butt, boobs and brain – hat’s on.

Topped for now – no survival in sight – choc o’ late est call.

Counting one two… – every good thing is three – so I’m the best.

That walkabout – choosing the filter bubble – missing reality.
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