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Aug 2014
Love  is like a thorny rose,
the fragrance will Create a smile and seem perfect
but the thorns will only cease to **** your hands and bleed,
but even tho the pain is In durable
we still grasp It tightly
to never let go the  beautiful sensation.
And leave us blind of the full pain
It created.
Xenna
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