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~ by Sarah Pierzchala

Forth from that meek “yes” rippled the transformation
Quark to atom to cell
Coursing through tiny limbs, stretching curiously
Comfortable Enclosed in a warm redness of Flesh
A robe passed from mother to
Son.

 


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