We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
A fish that sucks on stuff, she is no love of mine, and her flashing lips they hypnotize, in intervals of fish saliva, fall as soon as the moon rises, enter a cosmic parade, masks run in circles, speaking nonsense, but you love the hidden gold that smells like sea weed, just growing more licken, and licking till pops the tart open.
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I am in need of more opinions Perhaps there is a place where I can find some The kind that sound true The kind that make me feel good...