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I don’t mind owing a kindness or favor.
They’re the only debts that I can savor.

Money’s too salty for this palate of mine.
It dehydrates the heart in its murky brine.

Coin withers the soul when it’s obligated.
Living in the red has an edge serrated.

Yet, giving has the feel of magical flare.
You have more when you do it…but less is there.

A heart pumps floods when in generous effort.
The soul is enriched & things lose their import.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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