in the world of aland, withe trans,
there is a speed of shadows, suss our minds
& she is bees, called sweet,
named "bc," the shadows of old towers
thys is the story of old
sculpture, the steels of time,
there is a speed and place on the sides
the bees of the stew, shades of light,
& she is a symbol of the old times
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