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The water pump

One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.

While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.

Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:

“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”

To which the boy’s father responded:

I do not feel sad? Do you?

The boy replied:

“No, but we don’t have much money?”

The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:

“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”

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Wild hearts

I don’t want to posses you

I want to guide us to liberty

Like the ax man in the Forrest

I want to chop away

At the concepts manipulating your memory

I can see that this life is an illusion

So I’m manifesting an image

of your thighs

spreading like diffusion

So much chemistry

if it’s meant to be

Our love will last throughout centuries

Passion and lust is who they will blame

When wild hearts like ours

Refuse to be tamed

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Miracles

I believe that when the universe creating me, it did so with its own image in mind.

I believe I am protected inside of The universe law

And that this law balances the galaxy.

I believe that nothing exist

and that life is a very convincing illusion.

I believe that the ocean is in the sky

and that universe is in our reflection.

I believe in miracles.

I believe we are.

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Moody

I want more

Someone to love me like I’ve never been loved before

Tired of keeping love to myself

I want to share it with someone else

But I’m crazy as fuck

And was raised to be tough

I got hella mood swings

Because I been through stuff

Acting like I want change

But I’m moving the same

Always aggressive, missing the lessons

Feeling neglected, wishing for blessings

No use for stressing I’m money collecting

Praying for peace with a gun on the dresser

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