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commonbees, pollen-sifters a poem by riley minteer You can find me in the fields, catching water bugs, and small red beetles.
Part I: Once upon a time not so very long ago Romantics aspired for high class views While maintaining minds that were opposed to prose. In all their writings they embellished upon
“Read between the lines” But there is nothing between, or underneath No secret message, hidden code, Or meaning
It is too easy to make affliction handsomeWhen it's lined with rhyme Traced by thin fingersThe numb glow of a dawn window.White drapes on skin and glassDark eyes torn with pain madeBeautiful