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In the Garden of Life

I had been through the garden grown with the real and the fake. I shed a few tears and slayed many snakes. When the seeds of a dream are planted what is the cost? What does it take? To produce and create that which is original No copycats can equate. Lets grow something authentic also a rare trait separate and yet free to become one and liberate. claim your space for real that is real estate I got the hedge of protection so my garden you can’t incinerate.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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