It’s like a veil

and no one will ever know

why I keep raspberries

in my hand

their taste sour and sweet

what I always eat

crush them on the palm of my hand

never gone

always on demand

no one suspects

this vibrant pigment on my fingers

and how in my mouth it lingers

They call me the raspberry man

always holding them in my hands

but they will never understand

the ugly story behind

my crimsoned hands








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