The Self is a wonderful place
showered with glorious praise and appraisal
The self is a beautiful vase
watch from afar, tread lightly, don't touch
The self, metamorphosis
one cannot help but change into this
new being, who begins seeing the rest
of the world, through the lens of new tools
The self is transformative, the self is lovely
the self feasts on love, feed it duly
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the self feasts on love, feed it duly you sum it up so beautifully> > > > > > > ........! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! love romanticism only have fun and you know its western pun life thus begun add more fun now read my poems romantic ones first read my MOMS SMILES O YOUNG ONE