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devohoneybee at 04:20pm on 11/02/2017
devohoneybee at 04:20pm on 11/02/2017Time passes, passions change.
What used to stir, is now mere story,
a narrative of quickening, lacking sweat
and grime.
One wonders at some slow kindling,
a seed left in frozen soil.
Come spring, and rain,
the unmet pollen of new regard,
come bees, with their tiny licks,
intense but minuscule theater of foreplay.
I'm waiting.
What used to stir, is now mere story,
a narrative of quickening, lacking sweat
and grime.
One wonders at some slow kindling,
a seed left in frozen soil.
Come spring, and rain,
the unmet pollen of new regard,
come bees, with their tiny licks,
intense but minuscule theater of foreplay.
I'm waiting.
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