I knew going in would hurt
And I fell into it anyway
The blackberries were too sweet
To ignore
And now each thorn I pull out
Leaves a bigger and bigger hole
In my side
In my flesh
In my soul
Until all my tears and
All my blood are
Mingled on the
Hardening autumn ground
Left for next season's benefit
Or for someone else to walk over
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