To Live in Excess

Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

Write a poem about a time in your life when you had an excessive amount of something. Was it something that you thought was worth sharing? Or was it something that you wanted to keep to yourself? Was it a physical possession or something less tangible? What is or was it like to live in excess of this thing?

Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,

The Boy In The Heart Shades

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