In the glass's aspect, I find my grace,
A reflection of love, a tender grasp.
Within my soul, a radiant light,
Self- love blooms, disbanding the night.
No need for masks, no need to pretend,
In self- love's arms, I find my true friend.
Acceptance and warmth, like a gentle dove,
tales of worthiness, echoes of love.
Through ups and downs, in trials we face,
self- love remains, a steady grasp.
It weaves through my being, a shade forfeiture,
A chorus of self- love, a heart that is mine.
With every twinkle, a meter so true,
self- love's the compass, guiding me through.
In its tender care, I learn to believe,
In the beauty of self, I learn to admit.
In excrescencies and defects, I find my worth,
For self- love's the foundation, the ground of revitalization.
A sanctuary within, a harbor so vast,
Where self- love resides, an anchor to last.
So let it flow, let it bloom and grow,
self- love's the swash, a steady, strong inflow.
In its gentle swells, I learn to forgive,
To cherish my substance, to truly live.
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A Little Taste of Glamour
Lorelei panted as she fell through the gateway between worlds. She stumbled, gasping, looking over her shoulder through the half-rotted doorframe leaning against the alley wall. Through the splintered, rotting frame she saw an overgrown world of vibrant green, the branches and vines doing their best to imitate a cityscape. The illusion fell away the further past the door one went, though, and beyond the skeleton of a bush that looked like an Oldsmobile, and a line of trees with vines stretched between them in imitation of telephone poles, there was only the dark, angry green of the Hedge. The branches waved, and something roared as it came closer.
By Neal Litherland7 days ago in Gamers
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