poetry
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The thorns of love She shared with him Pierced her skin deep Inflamed the heart And infected the soul Grew like a virus Taking hold of her Drawing her down It felt like torture. That’s what he did I am not sure that he cared For he never laid his heart bare He protected it…
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Leaves crisp and brown rustle in the wind I can feel the foreboding of a preternatural storm coming I see dark clouds in the distance And know it’s time to prepare I see creatures on the move Scuttling around everywhere. The leafless branches whip in the wind There’s speckles of rain now in the air…