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Jun 23
is a smile
was an upside down
frown. His eyes blue as
the ocean. But inside them

I drown. Drawn like a bee
to his lavender colors
and gold. But as I grew close,
like the night he turned

cold. He stung me after
feeding me honey. We met
on a day it was breezy and
sunny. But grey clouds

trumpeted like elephants
in the bush. What I thought
was kinship turned
into an ambush.
sandra wyllie
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