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Drops of red drip down my hand it (looks like blood) sweet red juice the cold water is numbing my tingling hands as I separate arils from peel one popping bright red jewel at a time I am learning to be patient with (traffic and fruit peeling and anger) myself this sink room smells like burnt ramen and popcorn and my socks stick to the ***** floor sitting on the ground against the wall If this is all there is I swear I will be happy
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
How to Know if a Pomegranate is Ripe
Drops of red drip down my hand it (looks like blood) sweet red juice the cold water is numbing my tingling hands as I separate arils from peel one popping bright red jewel at a time I am learning to be patient with (traffic and fruit peeling and anger) myself this sink room smells like burnt ramen and popcorn and my socks stick to the ***** floor sitting on the ground against the wall If this is all there is I swear I will be happy
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
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