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Pollen (10, July 2013)
Like a bee comb,
You live within a hole.
One of everything you fill with memories,
Of pain and joy,
For me to carry and cherish.
And now you can as well,
Finally cherish what I have.
You live within a hole.
One of everything you fill with memories,
Of pain and joy,
For me to carry and cherish.
And now you can as well,
Finally cherish what I have.
Published 21st Dec 2013
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