when I was a kid, I didn't know what patience was, only the sweet reward of fresh fruit. which is why I once climbed through the thorns in our garden,
to rip our lone pitaya off the cactus with my bare hands, declared guilty by blood dripping from my thighs and arms, and hot pink syrup dripping from my face. I was never afraid of a little prick - never will be, I am protected by a gardener's armor of scars I will bite down into your sticky dragonfruit heart brave, bloody, unafraid, love is thorny but it's worth it.
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