The tires keep her going
But the nail hits it
It flattens
Rain pores down
She once had hope but now
It's gone
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PoetryJust because the thorns of the rose Hurts people on the outside Does not mean The peddles cant grow love in The inside
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The tires keep her going
But the nail hits it
It flattens
Rain pores down
She once had hope but now
It's gone
