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hive permutation #1

in the future we are all bee keepers we find queens in disreputable places read the ache on the faces of our lovers playing at mud puddles in a dust bowl winter of panoramic variations  left to stiffen a hazard of muted wings in the air around our heads we turn instead to making mulch of the dead our dreams are blown glass breaking like driftwood against a hidden meadow here where nothing is hidden.
Posted 07/03/15
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