If you arise as a flower you awake as the honey to the devouring mother who feeds her young. In her death, and birth of many you live and breath and the husk once again blows in the wind again are you filtered yet For again you will spring again who will eat of you then. and what part of the being will you then become from mothers milk to fathers semen. From one you will grow from the other you will help grow. Till your seed again becomes
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