A bee here
another there
the bee catchers busily chase

enjoy every bit
hit and miss
miss and hit

the urge to live is the sugar
sweetens the grind
keeps death out of mind.

If you keep death in mind
high is the cost
in the momentary dying
life is lost.

all the fireflies have gone
and I am abandoned in darkness
here, I can feel the emptiness
of where love used to live

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