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Buzz
We are aware of some sort of presence.
Elusive.
Like a fly that will last for one day.
Buzzing, which we choose to be aware of.
We sleep.
We wake up too early.
The buzzing that was driving us crazy-
The fly that seemed to be carefully planted here to drive us crazy-
Is gone.
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Angelica Tao
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