The pain is still the same,
Somewhere there's honey that's sweeter than this,
I can't recall the name,
Bitterness stains my mouth like acrid waste,
P'haps a forever thing,
Until this body decays to the ground,
And its actions only a memory,
A door has been shut tight against entry,
Legs sleeping anyway,
If the sun stays in the sky long enough,
I may get out today,
Into the world,
At least what's left of it,
After the destruction of so much love,
Outside's rough when there's nothing to covet.
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