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As if she is swollen pregnant,
He wrapped his legs around her freed
Trunk
From all the thorny leaves
And he is climbing, little boy
Without fear,
Settling into her nook
I edge closer'
Buzzing, buzzing in a furious dance
On the blossoms of the holly tree
I surrender to what pleases the bees
Sweet perfume and I'm rising
As the little boy
With scrapped knees
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