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I’m not sure if this technically counts as a concrete poem—but conceptually, our DNA is like concrete. You can imprint all you want while it’s still wet, still forming. But once it sets, the shape holds—sometimes for generations. And yes, sometimes, you have to break it to start over.
And that’s okay.

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