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Enlightening the Decadent

 Sweeping up fallen
seeds
from Gods holy
sowing machine,
threading fabric
through skin
of dirt

torn and
frayed
our space splits
into dream.

worn, like a
gloved hand around
a pearled neck

this single echo
of humanity
whispers to the lounging apes

as they play with the pith,
of a pomegranate
Written by Giomarach
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