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What’s in a name?
That which we call a Rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
That which we call a spouse
In any other light would be as beautiful
What’s in a name?
That which I would call a name
As any clothing wears just as well
Moulding to the fashion
Hook, seam, shine
A room of eyes feasts a glance
They eat right out of my hand
What’s in a name?
That which I would call a goddess
By any other fault reigns just as strong
In what other sense does majesty bring itself
But by soot, by grime, by loathing
A mess of buried treasure and barbed wire
An intentional trap
What’s in a name?
That which you would call a game
By any other bets proves just as risky
Dealings of identity
Where credits fail to quell the hunger
And you, with one,
Lock in determined poverty
What’s in a name?
That which you would call a love
By any other name hurts just as badly
Everything I have ever had
Of what was stolen,
Of what was lied,
Of what was left behind
In five syllables, a gift
My entire life
All you can know
All that I know
What’s in a name?
That is myself I have given you
By no other name will I be sweeter
Than exposed to you
By no other name will be more painful
To haunt us back to our tombs