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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #1084296
A short poem on the nature of beauty.

I used to pick blackberries in my grandmother’s backyard
The clouds were thin as cobwebs in the summer sky
And the grass was short and crunched under my small feet
When I got too greedy the thorns stuck me like a needle
And I’d lick the red off the tip of my finger
I couldn’t tell if it was blood or berry juice
My grandmother gave me chocolate and a Band-Aid
And her singsong, southern voice went down sweet as sugar
As she told me a beautiful thing is never perfect
But I did not understand so she said the berries only bite the girls they like.
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