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Honeybee's Die

Are you rapacious with your poetry, avaricious in your verse Covetous of those words you read, jealous—maybe worse Do your thoughts deceive with what you write, does bad intention rule the day Those tracks you leave, the trap you’ve set —with you the final prey (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

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