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Rosie
Thorns
When we fall in love,
We think of no one else,
They are the seed of our heart.
They are, your rose,
But roses have thorns.
We are blind to the possibility of pain,
How can something so great inflict pain.
But as our reunion of flourishing beauty dies,
We quickly find the thorns.
The thorns drive deep into us,
They tear away our flesh,
Feed off our blood.
Swim in our lost love,
They survive by feeding off our pain,
and we fall to the ground
Only to be stepped on
in hoped of one day
being re-fertiliezed
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