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Beat #4

Posted on August 13, 2022 By adcitlali

You: Intoxicatingly dangerous. You are the color

I can’t use enough without destroying balance.

I crave you.

_____Adriana Citlali XIII-VIII-MMXXII

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  1. katiemiafrederick says:
    August 13, 2022 at 8:54 pm

    Art of Loving
    Life Painting
    Balancing
    Creativity

    Poetry
    ReLeaSinG

    Every Breath
    A New Prompt for

    Existence Yes

    Every Inhale of
    Peace Every
    Exhale of Love

    Painting Balance
    Indeed Every Color
    of Life Left to Explore…

    SMiLes Nice to See Your
    Poetry Again on WordPress
    Adriana Hehe Glad to See You

    Survive
    Global
    ‘Pestilence’
    With SMiles..:)

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    1. Adriana Citlali Ramírez says:
      August 14, 2022 at 7:14 pm

      I am glad that you got the connection to painting! It’s not explicitly on the poem, but as a painter, that was my connection to color.
      Smiles…

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      1. katiemiafrederick says:
        August 14, 2022 at 8:40 pm

        SMiles Adriana
        There May Be
        No Greater Love
        For Life Than Flow
        Of Creativity
        Truly An
        Autotelic
        Way To Become
        A Naked Enough
        Whole Complete
        Human Being
        That Those
        Who Do
        Not Partake
        Have Great
        Difficulty
        Relating To The
        Experience Within🙌☺️🌈

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