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Apr 2017
Fly
I wonder what might be going on in your tiny mind
little black fly as you land in a glass of chilled white wine?
Do I let you drown in a Yellow Sea or rescue you and set you free
to enjoy the intoxication
as you try to fly away?
Or will I use my finger to push you deeper and squeeze
the life out of you
why?
death could be sweeter.
Summer flies
Joy Ceye
Written by
Joy Ceye  50/F/South of England
(50/F/South of England)   
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