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They say it gets easier with time –

This abortive sting of loss, rejection

Snaking through my cerebellum,

Feasting off of vision and old memories.

They say it gets easier with time –

These weathered eyes, these iris clouds

Slamming up against my pupil doors,

Turning a once vibrant world to grey.

They say it gets easier with time –

My sinuses will clear and I

…will smell the roses.