Hay Fever

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My heart is a city of pollen,
Caged behind delicate petals,
You are the bumble bee,
Who admired my pollen,
But,
I turned around for too long,
My back left exposed,
As the sting poisoned me.
You left me empty,
Used my pollen for your selfish needs,
All for a drop of honey for your other queen.

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