the one not about the honeycomb

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Summer Night in Copenhagen by Malwa Grabowska
you pulled it off the fork with your teeth,
chewed it, tongue sticking to
the roof of your mouth,
and when there was no more honey
to swallow
you spit the wax into your palm.

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