Beeware..A Poem by revalatiaIs there no one alive who survived from my hive? I wait here deprived for my kind to arrive. It seems that these reapers, disguised as beekeepers have poisoned the comb, which I once called a home contained and enslaved, as we're making the honey that fatten man's wallet, when traded for money. The factory vanished, our workers unseen no buzzing about, not a sign of our queen Alarm has begun, the plot's gotten much deeper why relocate the colony, when a pesticide's cheaper?
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Added on January 24, 2018Last Updated on February 3, 2018 AuthorrevalatiaAzusa, CAAboutThoughts in motion..words spiraling inside me.. more to come.................................later....In the meantime.. My own moment of clarity.. was realizing repeating the same mistakes over and ov.. more..Writing
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