Let me drink from your bitter cup. Let me taste the sweet effort of your labor. I long to feel the texture of your hardship on my tongue. Can I acquire your taste? Or will your cup for ever be sour?
Reset my pallet to only you. Guide me with the smell of your sweet wine. Make my heart and soul long for your taste— your bounty of knowledge.
Can I ever posses what you have? Can I become like you? Is there hope for a fool who has lost his way from you?
Your hands have always been a open to receive me. Take me back once more. Let me exist in your flow…
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