July 2009
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My Zygote
It is forbidden to love you, You product of our genes; When Chloe held you on her finger, You were more than what you seemed.
“What do you think this is?” She asked me of your fleshy, warped pink skin; “A scabby speck of blood,” I yawned coldly, “You’re shocked you’ve had a period yet again?”
“I show you all my periods,” she stammered, “You should know none look like this.” “Maybe you have...