A Collection of Thoughts

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Love can be the purest thing
Thus the most corrupt you've ever seen.
Tying a chain of thorns,
To someone we ought to love more.

Letting them bled over the soil,
As their hands fawn at us.
Their crimson blood as our daily bread,
Feeding the hungered rose inside us.

—TrisWrote
03/23/24