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Choking off their own halo’s Heaven-on-earth potential Love like you were born with fuck yeah in your veins Live like you haven’t given up And give in to something greater than you Because You Are The Art That Angels in heaven only wished they had Hanging From Their Halos Because we all keep rainbows Behind our ear lobes That look like What our daredevil Used to be Because “The very act of breathing is a miracle” Because it is you are we will always be we have always been this next moment – might be magical, Because success doesn’t have a rabbit up your heart Life is only the vehicle for your passion And this car is rattling like the upset stomach of a god Because somewhere inside you your inner child would rather die before your understandings become a used car

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FOUR Volume N°4: The Can I Live? Issue  

The fourth and final volume is an exhilarating account of unapologetic, unleashed lifestyles and creations of those willfully led astray by...

FOUR Volume N°4: The Can I Live? Issue  

The fourth and final volume is an exhilarating account of unapologetic, unleashed lifestyles and creations of those willfully led astray by...

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