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Writer's pictureAnastazia Zander

Fleeting Fantasies

Uneasy me

been swimming in a honey sea


Sleepy gold

slows my soul

in a river we call:

“growing old”


Sticky, sickly honey bee

humming songs of misery


I think and want

but cannot move

Life tastes so sweet—

at least I thought.

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