pomegranate
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Let me tell you the story
Of a pomegranate flower and a honey bee
The honey bee was flying by
The bloom had flowered recently
It could not resist the pretty orange
And it the buzzing bee
She speaks to me in seafoam.
Born beautiful, she kissed my eyelids and gave me her love of everything.
Her fingertips are callused from centuries of knotting heartstrings.
