Not to sadness, rather to the joy in it,
Rejoicing would be a crime against somber,
Honey is salted, bitterness sugar coated,
Feelings can’t tell, gap between ‘swebitter.’
I cry to the pain in joy, will you celebrate?
Inflict those pretentious miracles, now
You won’t see my tears like spirits do,
Not unless you bear super-normal knowledge.
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
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