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Thorns dig in deep,
stabs of bitter pain,
testing what it will bear,
was it ever meant to last?

Fragments scattered about,
spilling tears and sorrow,
the end looming near,
basking in darkness and despair.

A faint glimmer of hope,
like the sun bursting through the clouds,
within its renewed embrace,
love stands strong and proud.

love has broken limbs,
yet it stands tall,
piercing through sorrows,
it breathes free.
Cigar and whiskey blends for the formation of unprecedented.
Erratic Piety Jun 2014
4x4
HAVE

1) I have it here.

2) Has it had me?

3) Have. Want. Need. Exert.

4) What do I have?

— The End —