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Blood of Thorns

By Simonic

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Bitter sweet The flower’s taste Dripping free Blood of Thorns Poke in me As I lick The sweet rose Enjoying bliss The sweet bliss Of life’s thorns Which drip the blood Of my own Desires are These thorns I lick That sieve my blood Blood of my desires From afar The rose is pure Yet up close It drips with fear The dew of fear Freshly induced By nature’s way The way of life Across the stem This stem of life Are my thorns I lick thrice Once, to see Twice, to know Thrice, to bleed Now they may be Thorns upon this Life of mine Pricking tongues That lick them blind Hide the thorns To hide the fear Lick pure lies Which we all hide Written March 14th, 2001 © on Sep 14 2001 12:42 AM PST   0 • 1

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