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ROSES AND THORNS

I grasped the red red rose
The thorn deep within my hand
Blood running from my cuts
Trickling slowly to the sand

The thorns wedge themselves within my soul
Tearing at my ragged heart
Tears of blood drip down my face
The petals fell upon the sand

The thorns grip harder
They wind and twist around my heart
I feel no greater pain
Than that within my soul
Already ragged before the thorn

The blood red rose upon my heart
Takes joy in gripping at my soul

The petals laid within my hand
Softer than the feathers of a dove
Wafting from above
I watched them darken in my sight
Like the windows to my soul