Thorns In my Side
You are the knife in my wound
the salt in my eye
a nail in my coffin
nettles in my bed
a dark cloud on a sunny day
good new spoiled
a blatant lie
to someone who loves you
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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