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hence, hive. and how, how home is just the place
one takes for granted
. gather up your scatter
behind your knees, where grief flees disasters
your skull spurns. these thoughts swap spit. bear the traits
shaped by shape: time, mom, flowers. each a kin
each a weapon. there’s honey sure, noises.

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  1. Swap spit & spurn skulls! O gather, hivies!

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