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Oct 2019
When I was 12, you saved me from the bees
That left my legs swollen, bites around my knees

The hose that held the nest was green
And you were tired

Ice cubes and baking soda
The venom can seep out now

But still, I grieve
Venom gone

Loss fills the stings.

Drained from my body
I ache for your laugh
And hairy kisses on my head from your mustache

I named a star for you.
To this day, it shines

I wish you could see it.
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