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*the egg yearns and pulses across the slick, black surface like a lover torn between paramours. Its silky white yolk that of BlondeWarrior's alabaster thighs, it's yellow that of the Sun's corona at Dawn...
She listens to the bubling, yearning of the egg white as if it were a Stygian River and she Persephone upon Hade's damnded throne, and she thinks of the pomegranites...
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