You might find it comforting,
that others like you are-
Yet no, for Hope
surety of a miracle-
Nor for The Universe,
something of nothing-
Neither is it for Life,
serendipitous of birth-
Nay too for I and I,
stars in the night sky-
Nope, for Love,
steady warmth in the cold-
You might find it comforting,
that others like you are-
Yes too, for Me,
it isn't always so.
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