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Clearing blackberry swords
Thirty foot long razor wired evening
berries dark good
Just out of justice's preach
A fist full of dolors 
Fencing blackberry cords slashing
A hydra to cut one a thousand grow
Black berry tart and dusty
All summers photo
Soon a pie, america, no longer
Filled with with trapped birds
Their cries our crust cowers 
In carharts leapt at twilight speeding