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The spat between the hydra and sea,

Spurned, staring into a void-

What is that of this, I will ask from the question

There was a trust deficit between the rose petals, under

I was preparing myself for a Socratic dialogue, when

Perched on a tree high wave, a moon was talking long to me.

Between the swaying palms, moon was moving

Being you, not the bee queen.

When you take a false lead, life will undo the seeds

Every night you become an insect, crawl into