Like a pomegranate, full
of hidden seeds.
That’s what they say
about a woman’s mind.
What they don’t know is
exactly how juicy
those seeds might be,
how full of sweetness,
how red, how if they
were planted, the world
would never look
the same again.
October 29, 2017 by Rosemerry
Like a pomegranate, full
of hidden seeds.
That’s what they say
about a woman’s mind.
What they don’t know is
exactly how juicy
those seeds might be,
how full of sweetness,
how red, how if they
were planted, the world
would never look
the same again.
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