by atma anna christ
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Wind was wild through the mind left her haywire lonely panicked
she had to strike the elephant of mooladar unwise
and fallen to the pits of fire in the great black hole
then madness can be the only safe place…
Another transaction
Another appointment
Another rush hour
her life a rat race only too long
Looking at the mirror another wrinkle to fill up
as long as she can buy some more someplace someone…
This is only part of the story 
Drawing by George Haslam
Thank Gaia 