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Soft But Thorned

I am the rose the night can’t drown,? A bloom that leans when skies turn down.? A myriad stars above me glow,? While serpentine winds around me blow. The lunar hush, it knows my name,? A girl of light, a heart of flame.? Soft, but built of root and thorn,? A thousand times, I’ve been reborn. One day, they’ll see what hides in me,? A queen, unclaimed, yet meant to be.

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