Poem: Window Pain
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I tease the bees,
As they see,
The plant staring back at thee.
Sat on my window, Beautiful and bright,
But never quite felt the light.
I opened the hatch, In bee came,
But I shut it off again.
Wing in pane, Blood pouring in the rain, Sweetly sane.
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