The hum of the bees
as they rush off to collect pollen
A creature that dwells in the background of human beings
Slowly being destroyed as time goes on
Slowly getting less and less
Slowly becoming nothing
-Athena
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PoetryPoems that come from my heart, deep down where only I can see through the darkness. These poems are flowers that grow in this darkness. Clinging together to let me live my life and be free.
