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Imperial Red
Mercurial red gleaming flesh
The meat beneath is a lovely beige.
My face is battered, pulpy and bruised.
I have been chewed and
Spit out
Tossed around.
It was my mother you know.
I didn’t know my father.
I got pregnate, she cut me off, kicked me out.
She used to love me and
Nurture me
Hold me.
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