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The Queen
The queen dies before rainfall. Soldiers, droning.
The wooden house is emptied. Hollowed, ground.
The wife now aged and weary. Love, unfound.
Termites trail uphill. Workers, seeking.
The wooden house is emptied. Hollowed, ground.
The wife now aged and weary. Love, unfound.
Termites trail uphill. Workers, seeking.
Published 6th Jun 2014
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