now....im on msn talking to vicky (well shes gone now) and pet. and my mind is sorta complicated right now but in a acceptant way.
its our own fault really
the bees can never swerve, clearly!
and the minds just drag on the ground
while the rags have been washed and found
and there in the laundry while brooding on how messed up
i saw a bee and realized how fucked up
i must be to write about bees, a certain bee, while clearly im not really generally this lightly bound

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