Jupiter and the Bee
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Honeycomb of Lies
I crave perpetuity. So much so, that I come to you in the form of nectar; a jar of tenacity- viscidity- long strips of flattery and dabbles of desire. I offer you seduction mixed with a sting that you return with disdain. You loved those animated creatures, the ones who fill me…
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The Cell of Nectar
I listened to the bees once One sat perched upon my shoulder its stinger secluded Yet trembly were those wings when I raised my finger You would have thought I was Jupiter the way that little bee quivered Before she left she had said to me; You crave me…
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