Give me truth
like hard sour berries
wrenched far too early
from the brambles,
and I will eat them.
Do not offer me
your fat red juicy lies,
they look sweet
but have no taste,
full of rich emptiness.
I prefer the little green ones
that suck my cheeks in
with their tartness.
Give me the truth:
at least it has flavour.
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