their minds
are like bee hives full
of bustling bees
struck by a stick.
the words
fly out
in all directions,
they swarm
trying so hard to sting
whoever
might be in their
path,
it's hard to imagine
that they ever
get a good nights
sleep. do their wings
ever stop,
do their dark hearts
ever rest
and trust a higher
being.
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