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May 2019
yesterday I had a dream
of a yellow flower field
where i ran free
from all the pain
with which i went to sleep
my tears had grown the flowers
which i didn’t dare to pick
and there was
a small,
familiar bee
that stung
Written by
Tanya  F/Dislocated
   Pagan Paul and Perry
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