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BLOOD THORNS
From the thorns, the crest ov life.
You feel the pain, from its strife.
Tears trickle down, once again.
As the blood flows, from within.
The beauty, ov the tear.
That trickles down, with no fear.
Sad and lonely, but yet profound.
A life that gets, [ Guests cannot view attachments ] turned upside down.