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Balance

holding the balance, my heart is green...never will i be dishonest or unseen.

my blood & my being are both in the colour of red, just like that of the arch angel we both dred.

I have & enjoy my open communication with you..... so, i speak my words intently right out of the blue.

I go with my gut pulling from yellow.....for i know that i am a kind and decent fellow.

The spark is orange that gives all its life...i bring it in to sight with loving voilet, NOT with the vision of a haters knife.

Indigo is the place where it all comes in....and is weaved into form with the creators manifesting pin.

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jeffrey-p-mothersill
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Dec 5, 2011
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