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she's picking ants out of the jam jar

and thinking of boysenberry dreams

a world where there's no pips in grapes

and no thorns in roses

and what you see is what you get



she cut her hands

ripping out the roses

boysenberry blood that tasted as sweet as jam

and when her garden was bare and still

and gray

and buildings blocked out the sun

that gave her boysenberry skin

she had a world of jam without the ants

jam without the colour

and what you see

was what you got

so the gray was hers alone

but she still had boysenberry dreams

haunting mischievous and mocking

of beautiful dreams - the boysenberry life

and what she missed - even the pips

because you can't take beauty without the hardships

along with the jam comes ants and

the sun shines only for scarlet skin

But would you rather touch it

than sit back and watch?

And live a life without the pips

never to eat the grapes of life?