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We were hiding - behind the rose bushes -   red blossoms like blood - hiding from the blood. A splatter streaked dripping on the wall in our house where rose bushes flower behind the walls. We were hiding in the thorns and blossoms because we were small and the anger raging behind the wall was larger than we were we were hiding          Behind the blossoms behind the wall she screamed. We were hiding behind the rose bushes thorn-scratched, we bled. Blood smells sweet  - like red roses. Where he hit her blood sprayed red painted blossoms on the walls – We built our walls strong; we built our walls between truth - and what we could bear We were hiding safe outside the walls, and we built walls to be safe inside the walls. The rose bushes  bleed red - thorns scratch -  this then is love: red blood, red rage, red roses, red lust: love is walls and thorns. When he hits her, it is love. When our walls are complete, we will hide behind the walls and we will survive love. Thorns, blossoms, blood, and lust; all the aspects of love will roil vainly against our walls and we will stay safe because we know what love truly is. What love is.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Building Walls
We were hiding - behind the rose bushes -   red blossoms like blood - hiding from the blood. A splatter streaked dripping on the wall in our house where rose bushes flower behind the walls. We were hiding in the thorns and blossoms because we were small and the anger raging behind the wall was larger than we were we were hiding          Behind the blossoms behind the wall she screamed. We were hiding behind the rose bushes thorn-scratched, we bled. Blood smells sweet  - like red roses. Where he hit her blood sprayed red painted blossoms on the walls – We built our walls strong; we built our walls between truth - and what we could bear We were hiding safe outside the walls, and we built walls to be safe inside the walls. The rose bushes  bleed red - thorns scratch -  this then is love: red blood, red rage, red roses, red lust: love is walls and thorns. When he hits her, it is love. When our walls are complete, we will hide behind the walls and we will survive love. Thorns, blossoms, blood, and lust; all the aspects of love will roil vainly against our walls and we will stay safe because we know what love truly is. What love is.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
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