Bee
Indeed,
you would love her too
if you would only see her
sitting in a sun-saturated kitchen
with a flower in her hair
and a lyrical smile.
The whole world loves her
with a deep violet passion,
but won’t be bothered to recall her name.
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angreenfields
Alexius, known to their friends as Alex, is currently writing poetry in Minneapolis, MN, USA. They write with heavy metaphor and intense emotion, or at least try to. Their interests include foreign languages, English arts, feminism, and sticking it to the man.
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