Honeycomb
She sits there upon a honeycomb
In a world of yellow hues
Nothing evil through those glasses
Nothing but good news
Everything is sunshine and honey
Or so at least she thinks
Shes stuck inside insanities lies
Happy and blank, she blinks.
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