A Miasma
Inter
laced with love,
on the margins,each life
a gift from God,deserving of
respect
yet humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
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