Dancing summer breeze
Hurricane for bees
A spitting rain
Brings the pain
No risky flood
But sticky blood
A queenless hive
Trying to survive
Hurricane for bees
Dancing summer breeze
Author: Weston
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A ripened blood moon
Tasty after a story
Of ghosts, ghouls, and death
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Eyes freshly open
To a world of restrictions
Only imagined
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Swim along the dew
Ride atop the gentle breeze
Or sit and witness
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Found
Morning dew
Condensation
Flesh wet
In the grass
Vacuous home
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Fill another glass
The bartender says something
Down another glass
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Too often I find
I dearly miss the people
That I never had
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It’s on the counter
In the toilet and my clothes
Bleach is in the air
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Today, my heart tried
To do a small somersault
But I choked on it
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Gripped in steel and ice
A resigned heart beats slowly
For the time being
Hastily-Made Decision 