We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
These angels, can they laugh if they can cry? There is no reason for angels, or lost little boys. The world sits on an axis in space held by a dish of gravity. I know the keys to the riddle that unlocks mouths to confess. And the the darkness that decends befriends nobody. Seeks each room for a piece, a puzzle to put together in the hidden bathroom on the floor, a little ruby brooch. Stare all you like, Alice is coming home!!!
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