We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
If you write poetry make sure that you find yourself needing to write it eventually.
This is where poetry surpasses the novel.
Sonny wakes to a door with a heart in it dripping pink blood.
This is the first time he has ever opened his eyes having been asleep the entire time.
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