By Mac Guerreiro
It’s the small ones,
The things eye notice as the days go on,
How eye do your cuticles before doing my own,
How eye won’t eat meat,
But eye’ll learn to make it anyway,
Because it shows how much you mean to me,
It’s the smiles displayed when eye’m alone,
Because thoughts of you seem to freely roam,
The little things,
That mean so much more,
Eye hope there are many more of them in store.
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Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.
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