First Love Yourself
Splatter not applause
on Springtime roses
for their fatal fall
looms in autumn's wake;
grow your garden within.
For love and life
sprout in the womb
of mother-self;
far from false fists.
Stop looking
out for frail
attention,
just love
yourself
first.
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