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Our waxy cells, in no way prisons,
are strongholds for our medicine.
The old queen lives inside
with the cells for her whole lifetime.
She will breed us, birth us and wait
inside her chamber to fulfill her time
killing her rivals until one kills her-‐-‐
and becomes our new queen.
Such is our way, the law of our community.
The young always come along and we always leave.
We have no problem with this.
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