We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
She is getting cold in the Artic, so cold in fact she is hot, she shines near the ice and I have no part to play, but penguins do with a gaggle, they slide down the crystal hill, passion dances with snow flurries, and this nearly ends the story, as the heating heart of beating poetry melts the glaciers into fine tuned ooze.
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I live with grace I am an ethical person I have realistic expectations I don't let creeps into my life I dream about a better w...
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As love shines it's flashes Wrippling through space As a form of purity Points forwards Destiny Or the river ride if you are un...
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A loving heart be so blue Into the the river lands Golden light was in your eyes Can the heart be busy hiding Wash it away Can a ...
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In this universe there are wood peckers And doll houses for those who seek Place beyond this place and time Perhaps together ...