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A million thoughts buzzing,
like a bee hive.
Some dripping delicious honey
Some carrying poison on a sting
They all hum with beating wings
And make promises of a dance
My five eyes cannot see
Hush little bee, be quiet for me.
All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.
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