Everyone has tasted it,
its fire, its hidden sweetness.
Wash it a thousand times,
boil it, roast it, grind it fine
still it clings, still it lingers on the tongue.
So it is with certain souls:
no kindness softens them,
no gentle word can turn their core.
Do not grieve.
Keep your flavor pure,
and let theirs be their own.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 4:47 AM UTC
Everyone has tasted it,
its fire, its hidden sweetness.
Wash it a thousand times,
boil it, roast it, grind it fine
still it clings, still it lingers on the tongue.
So it is with certain souls:
no kindness softens them,
no gentle word can turn their core.
Do not grieve.
Keep your flavor pure,
and let theirs be their own.
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