but you plucked my rose,
tore my petals,
and trimmed my thorns.
and now i am left,
defenseless.
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Starless | Poetry ✔️
詩歌rain, words, and bleeding ink. welcome to the mind of a poet.
1. Broken Rose
but you plucked my rose,
tore my petals,
and trimmed my thorns.
and now i am left,
defenseless.