We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
In times of oddity, some people follow me, and I turn to flash my abs at em, and they run, so I find the hidden stair case strewn with memories of pain, turned pleasure. Those in states of greed wish to expand, can get out of hand, but a poet writes and writes with no control over the rudder, letting something come out from within, somethings to leave with the color that is correct, to paint the clouds.
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Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul. There will be no turning back.
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Exploring one morning I found a navel It contained some rainbow lint balls with hair No doubt I was confused until my hat was rem...
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You can't chop me Got me in a dream No stopping me The game is fashion Fashioned fashionable Unfathomable Driving my moon b...
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Have no no No meaning to me Deep sounds may empty be Just an unholy rhapsody I hear fishes escape the net Happens constantly If only ...
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Bill Hole was confused What can it mean? Please explain? And lastly Why me! But they came anyway Even when Bill Hole wiped his...