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Quite a pretty thing
Who is terribly concerned
About the honey she makes
A lonely bee in a crowded hive
It seems the honey she makes attracts flies
To me she has revealed
That at the window she stands
For hours she plans
Recipes to pull the guests in
“Once I was lucky” she sighs
“But he was a fly in disguise”
A new found confusion
She stirred inside me
Did these flies have no suspicion?
That they were not really bees
Or was she a fly that learnt to make honey
I analyzed us as we talked
Lacking a mirror I wondered whether I was a fly or a bee
