If you keep holding the thorns because you love them
then, you're going to bleed till the point of making your skin reep apart and make your bones show.
Your skin will reep slowly and the pain will increase Every day.
Your flesh will show up and make your hand a bloody pool,
You'll keep thinking you're fine but then your bones will show up.
While you'll already faint and lay in the ground unconsciously until someone finds you.
If no one finds you then your body will lay in the ground like a corpse and the ants will slowly start eating your body,
And within a short period of time your body will dissapear completely.
Though some crumbles of your skin will lay in the floor.
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Rymth of the wind
PoetryRymth of wind is a fictional poetry book. Unsaid words and thoughts bleeds into a blend of words called poetry. "All that is worthy does not glimmer, the words are played like a piano with shimmer and this collection of poetry is a glorious mess of...
