• Hayden Purcell

Fruit (A Poem)

Risk my life on rotting fruit

To dream but only a sweet return

Foolhardy worship of poisoned berries

Picked in spite of stabbing thorns

To build Atlantis expecting views from Olympus

Throw me in the flames

I'll only expect to shiver

Shun my reality

Praise be the imaginary

For fresh fruit tastes but only of tears

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