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Apr 2015
Watching a wasp slowly die on my roof,
I think
about all the other
poor souls
slowly
baking in the
mid April
sun.

I'm glad all
I get is
a tan.
Bryce Perry
Written by
Bryce Perry  20/M/Boston, MA
(20/M/Boston, MA)   
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