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Dec 2019
One thorn ****** me
It bleeds
I remove it
It scars
Then another thorn ****** me
Right where the first one had hit
It bleeds more
Pains more
Scars more
I remove it
But it doesn't heal and it doesn't stop
And it ****** and it bleeds and it scars on and on
And all I want is to stop it
So i keep on removing the thorns
But only if i had known
How to stop watering it, nurturing it
The bushy rosy plant!
The chariot
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The chariot  24/F/India
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