They see a canon
Getting looser
Not quite sure
If rolling eyes
Seen
Will handles
Be flown off
Committing to silence
Is a civic duty
Now
Whereas once
It might be
The opposite
The scent
Collected
Right up the nose
Might be relapse
Fondness for some
It's Angel
In memory
Mind corners
Doused with twenty cigarettes
Four beers
Two fingertips of foundation
Forces hurried banana to taste
Makes sweat glands speak uncomfortably
Concern created
Movement prompted
Once a fleecy softness
Gone rancid with banquets
Medium happy
Not what is done here
The better more
Loss usage
On the phone
Flip flop bee incident
Not really
Personal yellow jacket panic
In the nesting phase
Walls and surface concern
In the air
New perfume
Moth ball
Second layer of combined coconut
Doing passion
Not up to be cracked
But nesting
Hopeful parents dream
Will contain
Like containers do
Contentment
Not constrain
Like collateral does
Like damage
Lime Rickeys
Never went down so easy
In a reflection
Glare prompting story form
Chloroform
Chlorine and white concrete
Always there back
While the bees get combing
Yellow jackets on the rise
Ready battle
Cannons loosening
Wings down at sides
Working for seasons
Dying in hectares
Eyeball hills
Explaining tragedy
As suffering life
All is
But eggs
Nests
Angel
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5.21.09
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