We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
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.
Things are shifting in the direction of poetry.
Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul. There will be no turning back.
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