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sunny stuff



sunnystuff

im slippery
like slippery soap
spurts through my fingers

im sad
a friend like me is crying
she has a fury face and furry pointed ears

im november
in the winter shadow
i see me breathing steam in the chill

but sunnystuff
still can find me
i barely have a shadow when im that full



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beehive

behive is abuzzing
the bees are one
like an angry man
with a thousand fingers

when he s content at last
he dissolves into the many
to disappear in flowers
and the many colors of summer



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