I’ve just eaten the last strawberry in existence,
it was small and round just completing the change
from white promise to a more pointed satisfaction.

Looking on were two darling individuals,
an old woman who as I removed the the fruit from
vine began to pantomime experiences of her past

The other youger boy fell into this spell and their
attention mutually fell ill together, partnering
ignorance and regret as if the same Doppler effect.

I found the prize in avoiding their heredity,
a simple act of jealousy against the
pathos’ temperate rising.

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