A bee in the sticky stillness of the morning
Circling my coffee and my head
Bright colors draw him to paper flowers and the false hope of something sweet
Doesn’t he know that real life exists beyond the screen that encases this little world?
Here it’s just paper and imagination and coffee that’s grown cold.
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