Like a bunch of thorns
These lonely hours prick my soul
Mind bleeds in darkness
As if through it there drilled a hole
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there is no rose without a thorn and roses never die in library books they lie as in lay read my strangers poem just posted today words are with what I play all day you also may
Living this life like a stream without flow... Powerful words describe the state of being without life mate.
So nice of you Sir for taking time to read and comment. My regards.