caught in our thoughts we become
a beacon of truth
where words collide
and bleeding hearts reside
to ignite the pen
to spill of prose
tis where my story flows
as thorns upon a midnight rose
-just breathe-
midnight rose
caught in our thoughts we become
a beacon of truth
where words collide
and bleeding hearts reside
to ignite the pen
to spill of prose
tis where my story flows
as thorns upon a midnight rose
-just breathe-
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prick
the stem
the blood
seeps
we weep
and find
smaller joys