this season has felt like
losing you
it has been me choosing refined sugar
over the purest honey
it still sweetens things
but it could never taste the same.
Abba, i want honey again.
i want it's purity, i crave its authenticity
i want the real thing.
the heart issue has never been the replacement thing
it has always been the replacing
Father, come clean house.
come clean house until all that is left
is an echoing i love you.
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