Honeycomb
Drawing from the well of inspiration...
Generation quenches thirst from generation.
Different ages yeilds different stages
Thrust forth from your well of imagination...
Fragrant lilac roses saturating all those who
Stand too close with their perspiration.
Drums resound the suppleness of their tight skins...
Bees swarm returning nectar to their octagon homes
From sweet-smelling warm sun-drenched petals.
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