Patti Masterman - Inoculate

Inoculate with love the self,
And pain will immolate;
And multiply by ten- besides-
The longing you'd abate.

Sever all the hearts are true,
And leave them hanging there
As admonition, for the rest-
That love is built- on air-

Patti Masterman

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