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I, Rose, Amongst thorns

 

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Alone-mess

Crumpled
Tattered & torn
Scrawls of wishes & dreams
Never to be birthed or born

Ideas titrated till she could no more

No loving arms to cradle her feeble form
Kisses devoid of where tears now mourn
All she ever wished was to be a ‘norm’

Yet, she is but another
emotional storm

…….Sobbing…….
……..
..Alone..

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