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Lines of green and purple When you’re so used to Seeing light But now in the dark  
What do birds see When they watch me? How am I considered? Glancing downward, Oh little bird, You see many people. From sky or perch When your eyes search What do you find in us?
My Philosophy,- -It’s Flawless, Perfection. It’s Visceral, immaculate. No right, no wrong. Naught but self-reflection, A supernova’s glow, set upon all direction.
My heart and soul shined, when I heard that prohibition had died. No longer will the public be blind, By the governments non-factual lies  
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