Instars work hard to stay awhile
The poison comes for honey
Holding for days on end
Opening wanking
taking flight beauty flutters momentarily
Tiny flapping wings
the scent crushed
open again
scorching pain
sears
Fear not Children Thy Will be Done-Sighlence
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Cultural Cannibalisation Imaginings-enough is never enough-NOTHING EXISTS HERE.... or anywhere......it's all IN YOUR MIND..... 
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