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Raw is the best Honey I don't like processed and filters ruin a good photo- Words alone could not stress how holding tightly lets it go And the precepts of old; timeless in their wisdom But conception lost foretold in flitting light dwindle come Infusing confusion to know Raw Honey is the best like a diary written once without recap or proofreading's regress; captures the leaps and the stunts of a heart recounted needing less fluff than truth in blunt compounded Pretty words for pretty Poems - generally about love and waste, regret and passion - but just this once and only in a while, I prefer a taste of the raw inception of persona thus - A simpler rout to honest smile Poetry flows forth from the human soul but the souls that savor such flavoring found in rawness moments chance in fuming rancor mixed in bowl of multichoice shortness - Upon inspection, a face too rough for presentation without invasive correction Perhaps it breaks the means and perhaps it should be so But nothing ripened when was green and washing embers do not make them glow Love is nice, and Happiness too, it's place is carved sweet and runny contrary spur, it must be true I simply prefer the taste of Raw Honey
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
Plain eggs on Olympic plates
Raw is the best Honey I don't like processed and filters ruin a good photo- Words alone could not stress how holding tightly lets it go And the precepts of old; timeless in their wisdom But conception lost foretold in flitting light dwindle come Infusing confusion to know Raw Honey is the best like a diary written once without recap or proofreading's regress; captures the leaps and the stunts of a heart recounted needing less fluff than truth in blunt compounded Pretty words for pretty Poems - generally about love and waste, regret and passion - but just this once and only in a while, I prefer a taste of the raw inception of persona thus - A simpler rout to honest smile Poetry flows forth from the human soul but the souls that savor such flavoring found in rawness moments chance in fuming rancor mixed in bowl of multichoice shortness - Upon inspection, a face too rough for presentation without invasive correction Perhaps it breaks the means and perhaps it should be so But nothing ripened when was green and washing embers do not make them glow Love is nice, and Happiness too, it's place is carved sweet and runny contrary spur, it must be true I simply prefer the taste of Raw Honey
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Elijah
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29/M/Louisiana
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
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