By Mac Guerreiro
Find me at the core,
The places surrounded by folklore,
Find me in the moon,
From her fullest to the new,
Find me when you’re not looking,
For you won’t otherwise,
When you look too closely you’ll fall for my disguise,
The one eye’ve been forced to forge,
As to hide from those seeking to harm,
Those whom cannot love without leaving scars,
Hidden in plain sight,
If you see me outright,
Eye’ll gift you with ancient insight.
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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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