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What I loved

First I fell in love with sour cherries
Then the girl next door
Later books, freedom and justice

None worked out well so far
A cherry gave me a choke once
The girl’s father slapped me around
Reading was illegal
Blacklisted I was, on the run,
Justice came after me
Landed in prison for a long time

And now,
Cherries, love and freedom
Taste bitter in my mouth.