J-A-M-E-C-I-A - Poem by shameka jones
As i sit calm, tranquil and joyful envying the art of my illusion sensing it's concrete.
Imaginary to the thought but beautiful as the asphodels that is painted on.
The colors of the marigold warms the inside with this combustion feeling of illusion.
Art it is, which captivated the being of being eviable.
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