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Jul 2011
The thorns beautiful green.
There deadly ***** has pierced my heart.
It hurts the pain remains it lingers.
The thorns dig deep inside it bleeds it cry's crimson.
The heart dares not to beat scared for the thorns may tighten there grip.
It squeezes the life from me as you watch me suffer.
Hate builds inside the thorns now tearing me apart as i draw my last breath.
Will you save me or let me die?

By Raven Alexander
Raven Alexander
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