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Feb 2019
caught in a downward spiral
and no one speaks my language
like Malcolm in the middle of words
and phrases,
verbs and statements,
punctuation placement
and labels deriving from one selfish impulse of thought.
forget the words,
just feel the message
we are lost.
so when the universe speaks
we never understand
we put our faith in methods that are derived from man.
we miss the call,
we miss the vision,
not connected.
nobody’s focused anymore
so **** the message.
ERA series.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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