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Mar 2014
Every time the eyes turn away
I cease to exist –

Dying a numbered death
Roaming in solitary, spectral form
The evidence of my existence foregone.

A returning glance won't bring my resurrection...

Hovering bee-like around you,
Minimally acknowledged,
This distant yeast mouth
Expands and swallows me.

In the absence of the buzzing wings
The mead waits for Dionysus
To be reborn.
This is my poem that placed 1st in the Florida Collegiate Honors Council's writing contest for the category of poetry.
Misty Roper
Written by
Misty Roper  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Andrew Name and James Jarrett
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