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Apr 2012
Dear pomegranate,
How much of your bitter, bitter juice must I drink,
To prevent the free radicals from entering my bloodstream,
And ******* up my system.
Like water, I drink you,
Still that free radical looks my way.
You stain my lips red, and if anything,
Make me more enticing.
Dear pomegranate juice,
You lie.
Paige Prince Stewart
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