abundance
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Magnificent joy fills my soul
I am whole
Like Earth’s bowl
In deserts of my hope, I find perfect glow
Dang it all why does inspiration come at two oh three am?
I'm listening to the wind blow Grandma’s wooden wind chimes
together to the
tickticktick
Child Like by Natasha Bartley
When did I realize I wasn’t a kid anymore, you ask?
I have yet to understand the concept.
Of child.
Money,
the universal language for happiness,
Money,
the international reason for terror,
Money,
the medium that's lacked in those who need it,
and in abundance for those who know no true will,
