"Sting
when the colony is
endangered.
Collect pollen
absent-mindedly.
Start heading dangerously fast
towards extinction."
I think I will always
want you.
Some nights
I dream of tasting
the honey in your mouth;
the pollen in your hair
falling into my hands.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
"Sting
when the colony is
endangered.
Collect pollen
absent-mindedly.
Start heading dangerously fast
towards extinction."
I think I will always
want you.
Some nights
I dream of tasting
the honey in your mouth;
the pollen in your hair
falling into my hands.
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