Rice paper left on a counter to dry, attracted
Bees who circled in a holding pattern, watching comrades- swatted then

To death on the floor, victims of poor planning and the allure of
Wet sugar, now simply casualties of unrequited lust. So left

At the altar as many are, they may yet be cleansed by
the whim of the rain.

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