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A glorious fruit         Hanging casually on a branch Split from the navel to the jaws         Blood red insides exposed to the open air Extended Hexagons packed in tight         Layered with skin around skin around skin Separate little cubicles Filled with chemicals That change lives And sometimes        The lives of birds (They pecked into my pomegranate) Ants and growth and decay and filth          Swarm the ****** wound with unbelievable skill                           And understanding I choose to not let this one go back to the earth quite yet          Some would say I’m a hippie like that Quickly carried to the operating room         (The kitchen) Slammed on the operating table         (The cutting board) First incision made         (Broke in half) Guts          Spill                   Everywhere But deep inside         Surrounded by the ants and growth and decay                  And filth The most glorious Rubies Packed with care and understanding Nature never ceases to amaze        Its capability to produce such pure                 Uncontaminated raw potential                         In an environment of such decay I suppose we do have a chance.
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
I suppose we do have a chance.
A glorious fruit         Hanging casually on a branch Split from the navel to the jaws         Blood red insides exposed to the open air Extended Hexagons packed in tight         Layered with skin around skin around skin Separate little cubicles Filled with chemicals That change lives And sometimes        The lives of birds (They pecked into my pomegranate) Ants and growth and decay and filth          Swarm the ****** wound with unbelievable skill                           And understanding I choose to not let this one go back to the earth quite yet          Some would say I’m a hippie like that Quickly carried to the operating room         (The kitchen) Slammed on the operating table         (The cutting board) First incision made         (Broke in half) Guts          Spill                   Everywhere But deep inside         Surrounded by the ants and growth and decay                  And filth The most glorious Rubies Packed with care and understanding Nature never ceases to amaze        Its capability to produce such pure                 Uncontaminated raw potential                         In an environment of such decay I suppose we do have a chance.
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
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