not as it seems
honey is not about the sweetness
-viscosity?
as bees not about the honey
-labor?
flowers are not about the bees
-pollination?
and the ground is not about the flowers
-fertility?
your eyes are blue like water in the sky
like a road for the rain to travel
like the blood in my veins
when oxygen is a scarcity
when midnight mixed with solitude
the words are trash
or a code
but not a thought not
even the reflection of it
c:NKO 3/15/13
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