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Oct 2013
all of these bees
stung my eye lashes
that must be it
my mouth drips honey
and the bees die
at my patent feet
the bee grave yard
littered at 495 longitude
my rib cage broken
into white candy chunks
food for dead bees
my eye lashes stung
heaven honey droplets make
the bees sticky cremation
alice scott
Written by
alice scott  England
(England)   
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   Emily Tyler
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