Pomegranate Seeds
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, Jan 5, 2025
We are born of muscle, of meat, and of blood.
Not from loving arms or virtuality or harm.
We are lodged and trapped in every core.
But that is our skin, nothing more.
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