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Flesh

Jeremy Halinen

and the word became flesh

and the world was a garden

and I lusted after the flesh

full of fruit

so I touched it

and the fruit was ripe

and it was warm

ready to be picked

and it was hard

ready to be eaten

and the word was man

so I ate it