The thorns on a rose
Was what I knew
The clenching of their teeth
My favourite sound
The rose a mirror image
Of what could of been
Drowning piercing memories
I conflict myself with .
Blinded by nature's welcome
The rose is what I know
- k.w
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Black holes and beginnings (poetry 1)
PoetryDespite the destruction we are able to stop are shadows from consuming us To the ashes we devoured , we are no longer distorts of your confusion. NEW POEMS EVERY SAT/WED/FRI
