Crimson Nightshade

He showed me the crimson berries,
pebble-sized and dangling in their dozens,
and told me not to eat them. To eat them is
to suffer until all suffering ceases.
I didn’t eat the berries. I never will.
But damn, do I wonder on their taste

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