move through thorns
past copperheads
without being pricked
draw back a fistful of blackberries
warmed by the midday sun
a tangy, sweet squish in your mouth
the flavor of purple in summer
lauds over the aubergine scarf
now hanging limply in the corner
like a barren vine or slumbering snake
past copperheads
without being pricked
draw back a fistful of blackberries
warmed by the midday sun
a tangy, sweet squish in your mouth
the flavor of purple in summer
lauds over the aubergine scarf
now hanging limply in the corner
like a barren vine or slumbering snake
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I'd love to be berry picking right now, eating handfuls of them, staining my fingers...
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