It. being 8
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It started before 8
and after 8 a.m
and after 8 pm
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and it went all day
and it crushed my wings
and broke my bones.
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It kept me from sleep
and sent me to bed unable to stand.
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It left me outside
and locked the door.
It smelled like sickness
and left me twitching.
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It didn’t stop buzzing.
Not ever, even when it did.
I don’t need to be in the library
to hear it still.Â
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