O my unhappy pomegranate tree
Whose fruits grow rotten
Before they ripen
But in May you glow like a bride
So I keep you around
For those few weeks
You can surround me
With your fragrant body
In bloom and fertile
And just standing there
Like innocence itself
Struck by your first desire
And shedding all your petals
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