We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Lava is the love I feel when I am near swelling within me inside the lava flows where rainbows fear to tread, lava love and so she runs on flowers. She tramples them and rises with dragons wings. No logic inside her mind or what she is on both sides. For all wrongs don’t make aright steam and smoke throughout the night.
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