are these raspberry thorns embedded
in my suffering flesh the little ones
too fine to see until they get infected
don't tell me you don't know respect
we say what we mean even if we
don't know what it is why do I bother
you are here with me even when you
are somewhere else not me I stay
where I am and face the future here
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