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When the honey suckle leaves a distaste in my mouth,
I pull away and I open the window.
I gracefully pull closer the likeliness of wellbeing.
I let her in with the sweet smell of a fresh morning after a nights rain.
I greet her with open arms and an open heart.
I’ll openly satisfy her angst with nothing but warmth and attention.
Nothing but love and gratitude.
So bring it to me now, bring it to me before the window is closed again.