they are young.
lineless.
almost full grown.
almost
ripened, still unplucked
from any
tree.
they are new to this planet
risen from a seed
of love,
almost ready
for what's to come.
but not quite yet,
still tethered
to the tree,
the youth of them,
not quite done.
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