The only thing stinging you wilted...
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Labyrinth Journey And Chapters Of Oddity
Poetryᵂʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴸᵃᵇʸʳⁱⁿᵗʰ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒ ᶠⁱˣᵉᵈ ᵖᵃᵗʰˢ, ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ⁱˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ⁱˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ᴸⁱᶠᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵖʳᵉᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ, ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢᵉˢ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵐʸ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵉʸ.
Self-stinged Honeybees
The only thing stinging you wilted...