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Bees, bees bumbling around in my mind...
They are coming.

Bursting for air, fingers imprinted on my neck.
Bees, bees, bees.

Crawling of my skin and tingling of my brain.
The sourness lingers in my mouth.

I am stung repeatedly.

Bees, bees, bees.

Profuse sweats with kaleidoscope visions, and blackened bands to keep me bond.

Bees, bees, bees.

Make more of your honey

Bees, bees, bees, bees.

Make as much as you'd please.