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Beauty That Binds, Thorns That Defend
Among the suffocating weeds of this overgrown city I found you. Defiant in your beauty, shielding yourself from the ever emerging hope chokers, repelling those that tried in vain to pull you down. A siren in the shadows luring all with your petal gentle smile. Each cut strenghed my desire to tame you, each crimson droplet of regret reminded me of the prize. Slowly your sharp shields smoothed; your gestures like a gentle breeze cooled the heated air of suspense. When finnally we embraced A stillness fell upon the world outside and there we kissed, two hearts beating in nervous natrual unison. Even your thorns retracted just enough to allow yourself the touch of unfelt unexchanged passion. Yet even today in the pillowed comfort of my arms your thorns sometimes appear- A reminder of the past which can never be erased And every so often I bleed.
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