What youthful sin left your eyes so hollow?
Was their venom in the sunshine of summers gone?
In a world so charmed by fresh, wet fruits…
why must you insist upon harmony’s decay?
Like the dingiest and most oppressive haze of an angry dust-
you descend.
There is no peace so near a hive.
I pray for the day you swarm away.
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