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Apr 2017
This bitterness
Something no fool
would dare to taste

and the fear
Beating your fists
against the wall

You choke
and cannot swallow
the pain

Every time you bloom
beautiful and red
you are consumed

A fire burns
and all that's left
are thorns
I wasn't sure about the last two stanzas but went with it anyway.
Elise Jaco
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Elise Jaco  USA
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