We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
In line with death nothing feels right, missed chances evolve like radiation touching upon flowers, a fated idiocracy of bad religion, and worse fakeness to spread into shadows hidden under floor boards, a nail pounded many times, never give in, can't give up, and moves the bed of wrong headed drunken thieving phonies.
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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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In this universe there are wood peckers And doll houses for those who seek Place beyond this place and time Perhaps together ...
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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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I imagine poetry to be a hermaphrodite An ethereal creature which taps our skull Most refuse to listen to the music Yet some open the...