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Aug 11
I lie here
In a growing bed of thorns
The roses red
And the stems strong

They cover my eyes
In their petals white
Hiding my demise
Beneath the night

I try to sleep
But the spines are sharp
they pull me in
And stab me in the dark

I try to run
But it's no use
They wrap around my neck
Like a noose
Dinamus
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