Old thoughts, like resin embedded beetles
lie around in double blue ticked boxes
Some white, some green, all certainly dead
Throbbing with possibilities of a time
When white fury lashed out on two sides
Of an unspoken, wordy fight
Or of lust shaped emojis of tender joy
Some asked for attention
A few showered praises
It was clear that the beetles led
Different lives, at different times
But here they lie staring into time
All of a same colour of a past undone
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