Boots.

Rotten
Raspberries
I’d forgotten
To bury
Stain my toes tips;
And I’m no fairy
But I’m still wondering if
I’m real
As I run on towards the cliff
Knowing I’ll never truly feel
The end.
But sure as the wind is blowing
I couldn’t defend
My ever growing
Fruit.
And I thought I was so clever-
(Forgetting to wear my boots.)

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