Thorns.
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poopwarrior
poopwarrior A dreamer seeking escape.
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Pricked, didn't bleed.

Thorns.

You were the thorn to my rose

You protected me

~Or tried to

From hands that ruthlessly wandered my way

It's a pity

I mostly

Lured in the ones with the knives

~and they discarded you

You fought the blade

Until it separated

Your existence from mine

While all I could do was

Watch

Because

I had no right

To complain about the destruction

If I was the one

Who blew on the embers

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