Prick The Thorn- a poem
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I took a risk.

Prick The Thorn- a poem

They told me to avoid the roses,

They'll make my fingers cry.

They said to pick the berries,

They're as blue as the sky.

Now, my fingers have dried tears,

But my smile will last for years.

Because in my hand,

Stained with dirt and blood,

Lays a single red rose and

A flower bud.

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