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Jan 2018
rusty petals on
a withered vine
the summer birds
left an egg behind

healing rose with
wicked thorn
but the wind blew
down the devil's door

I'm begging you
to drop the gun
a single grape
beneath the sun
A few thoughts on hurt and abuse. thank you for reading

© Mike Mortensen
MikeTheVike
Written by
MikeTheVike  27/M
(27/M)   
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