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Wilting The red leaves fall off But the thorns remains strong It ****** your skin and watches you bleed It enjoys the dripping The dripping of your blood Your soul You. Afraid? You should be. These thorns were meant for pricking the soul and nothing above it.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
A Rose.