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A Bee Thinks of Flowers.....
A bee thinks of flowers.... and how sweet that pollen will be once its made.... SQ beautiful are they who are the flowers.... how their sweet musk fuels one so..... how such a sight upon these eyes fills the soul upon that which propels thee........ anger.... horror... sadness.. confusion... ...... toxicity.... loneliness.... Death..... a hive is not a hive when it is ...destroyed.... rotted...... gone....... but how did this happen? Everything was soo beautiful in the beginning...
Let me know what you think this means and how it feels to you......
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I ask that you ask questions if you have them on what I have said. I have lots of experiences and feel that I can communicate them in a way that you can understand.
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