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Feb 2022
plant-based
your thorns that pricked me
hurt me the worst,
not venomous or caustic
but putting me in throes.
i saw the signs,
it serves me right,
but I was reaching
for a rose.
Written by
caroline  20/F
(20/F)   
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   Ledge
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