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Jun 2018
A bouquet of roses, thorns preventing my grip

Blood flows down my hands, seemingly like the beauty of a sunken ship

The unknown awaits me, does it hide a treasure

A risk I have to take between the pain and the pleasure

Thy eyes that are so cold hide a passionate fire

A person with an unfathomable beauty I admire

So strong yet so frail Thousands of mysteries yet to unveil
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Written by
Timothy  17/M/Inside a book
(17/M/Inside a book)   
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