poetry
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Has anyone uncovered the secret To meeting grief face to face? To accepting that you’ll be in pain Across many a time and place? Shall I approach it as a new chapter, Or a dramatic life change? How can I know if I am equipped To battle a pain this strange? Do I face grief…
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My honey is so warm He heats up every cold room Cleans up any discontent Filters out the gloom My honey is so golden, I would dive into him when I am blue Sink into the unseen And as he surrounds every inch of me We become a brilliant green My honey is so sweet…
Ethereally Written 