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"My hand and arm went across the shelf 
knocked everything off, 
glass shattering,
I scoff,
essential oils diffusing,
clutter leaving,
Purging:
The Releasing.
Of all man made physical things,
These things that mean nothing
they're just spent dollars
of momentary bliss and bling,
hiding in the corners,
taunting you
watching you sing,
gathering dust
just another posession,
nothing of sentiment,
not a keeper of trust;
one swipe of the arm
and everything combusts.
Cleaning the cracks and corners 
such simple living 
cannot coexist with hoarders
there should be no limitations
no borders
just tiny homes and open roads
bringing with you
only what your heart and mind
withold."
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