I am not the same
this thorn has a rose
it grew and swallowed her whole.
not a person.
not a thing.
but the growth of the happiness she held.
alive and well.
bearing fruits on a vine.
I am not the same.
this thorn has a rose.
it enveloped me within its petals.
the dark petals of salvation.
I am not the same.
I am thorn with a rose bloom.
Please tell me what you think
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wow this was great really great and I know what you mean...loved it.



