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there is no love

in selfishness.

just a longing

for self preservation.

an instinct

to do away with others

before they do away

with you.

but these rows of

beauty;

rich, enchanting flowers;

that weep as the sun sets

forgetting how the moon

eclipses them in silver.

they forget

there is always the light.

it's just not always shown

in the day.

M.E.

07 Sept 2016