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Jun 2015
Protect your soul, in this
this world with imagination, yes,  
Our history, our world is nothing but art, everything apart!
Creating till the day we die,
Feeling a passion to captivate the human eye,
with real eyes, we see meaning with time
A life measured with the space we take
With time we make, with time our fair fate. 
The art is only what art is,
A reflection of an inner forward projection
On the same ride
A mirror reflection.
DEREK RODARTE
Written by
DEREK RODARTE  LA
(LA)   
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