Closure

For once bitterness does not sting my tongue,
Does not cloud my mind.
Instead there’s sickly sweet honey
Spread on toast, spread on soul
Its sweetness reminding me that there is good
And bitterness should be reserved
For warm cups of coffee
And not spirits.

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