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Beehives
Beehives
Rumbling
In my head.
Hexagons lining.
All perfectly still
And symmetrical.
Thoughts
Perfectly still
And symmetrical.
But the bees
Keep rumbling.
Buzzing, buzzing.
To and fro.
Their little bodies can’t
Contain such levels of emotion
So they roar.
In unison,
Causing
Reverberation.
In my head.
Concentrate:
The people
Walking by
Or the stray cat
Lingering by your feet.
Ignore the bees.
Even though
They still
Tremble
Inside my skull.
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